My Little Bird

I pray for thee, little bird,

though I know your chances

are filled with little hope.

May I lose

a few years of life for yours,

my years are what they’re worth to you.

You’re an innocent with an open heart,

an angel that sings so sweetly

and speaks to my soul as if it were an open book.

Now you shiver within the heat,

little movements from your wobbly legs,

scratch just a bit upon the cage bottom paper.

May God’s great name be magnified

and sanctified so that perfect healing

bursts forth from within, and your

fluffed feathers begin to smooth again.

In a world with so few perceived miracles,

send your Godly force to

this little bird, so she may fly

the vaults of heaven.  A little angel,

may she leave the eternal night behind,

and her soul stays with us, a little angel before its time.

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Lisa Tremback has self-published a book of her poems. Find out more here.