Wings Of A Bird Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wings of a bird slowly coming into view, alighting on
a window above where I sit.

Watching it primp and preen, not noticing the world
of hurt that I am in.

Blissfully ignorant of my grief and sorrow, yet keeping
my attention for a few moments.

Letting me know that God is still watching over me and
life is living within, even though I cannot seem to
realize it right now.

Thanking this little messenger of God, for letting me
know that He is watching over and caring for me, loving
me even when I don't realize it.