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