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~ Broken Wing ~
"One day a
little bird
fell to the
ground.
No one was
looking, no
one around.
So still, not
making a
sound,
but it's small
body I found
The little
bird had a
broken wing
and could no
longer sing.
It had fallen
from a tree
and I thought
it a lot like
me.
I took it into
my care,
my home to
share.
It's wounds to
tend
until it could
mend.
The bird's
wing was
broken
as was my
spirit with
words
unspoken...
and this we
both could
feel.
But together
we begin to
heal.
The bird first
began to sing
and such joy
did it bring.
Our souls
became as one,
as to each
other we
clung.
I knew in my
heart
One day we
must part.
There would
come a day
when the bird
would fly
away.
Now the bird
is gone
but I still
hear his song.
We will never
really be
apart
for he lives
within my
heart.
But one winter
so cold
guess who came
back so bold
and made a
grand show
with a song's
melody only I
would know.
In my heart
his memory had
burned
and now he had
returned!
Not long did
he stay
for when I
wasn't looking
he flew away!
For now you
see,
we both are
free.
Over mountain,
sea and land,
God holds us
in His hand."
©
Barbara
LaBarbera
(LadyBleaux)
Used with
her kind
permission
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