Thursday, October 18, 2012

PS 50:11

Psalm 50:11
I know every bird in the mountains



SOMEONE SAID
THAT LIFE IS LIKE A BIRD
AT NIGHT
FLYING THROUGH A LIGHTED ROOM
FLYING THROUGH AND OUT
FROM DARKNESS
TO DARKNESS
BRIEFLY ILLUMINED
THEN GONE
SOUNDING LIKE SOMETHING FROM ECCLESIASTES
BUT IS LIFE
THIS BRIEF MOMENT
ON THE STAGE
THEN THE CURTAIN
BUT THINK OF THE BIRD’S WONDER OF FLIGHT
THE POETRY AND MUSIC OF ITS SONG
THE SIGH OF RELIEF
AT ITS PARTING
THINGS TO BE TREASURED
AFTER IT’S GONE
A THING OF BEAUTY
WE ARE ASKED
TO MAKE OUR FLIGHT
BEAUTIFUL
IF WE HIT A WALL
TO TRY AGAIN
GOD FORGIVE ME FOR THE WALLS I'VE HIT
HELP ME TO MAKE THE REST OF MY FLIGHT
BEAUTIFUL
FRANK A VOLLMER

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