The Bird And The Cross Poem by Cody Marks

A bird rested on a cross
Its eyes gazing the sky
The bright blue above
In a small moving city

Here it came to find rest
Such that all seek
Finding a place to perch
To calm its worn wings

Will we be like the bird
Finding a place for rest
Shall we come to a cross
To see the passing city

Or will we faintly keep on
Like the constant machines
That we think ourselves
To be each and every day

Who do we go to for rest
Where do we perch to see
Who do we trust ourselves
In hopes of a new salvation