Touching Eyes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hummingbirds flying across yards of memories, wings
awhirr with busyness, as they touch on eyes of human
destiny.

Flying constantly, rarely resting in nests of leisure,
they bring joy as we watch them daily, feeding them
in feeders designed especially for them.

Grasping their frail little helicopter bodies within
our minds, we are brought to our knees by God's
wonderful nature, designing their lives from His touch.