A Bird With A Broken Wing

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I sit - looking at the river gracefully bending

Flowing smoothly over moss covered rocks and stones

Measuring in endless time -my life

My loves, my losses

Posing my thoughts with unspoken words

Just me and the river…

Sitting all alone

 

 I shed my whetted, salty tears

Like the river who weeps her warm liquid waves

Showering the earth with promising shades of life

As she breathes her liquid grace over all the lands she saves?

Yet…

 I could not save us

 

My hungry heart hides my tears as I breathe in your image

Calling your name - gently whispering our story

And all the tender pieces

Of our once remembered glory

 

With my thoughts softly weaving their dreams

I trace memories of the sweetest fruit from the vine

Painting pictures of soft candlelight and roses

That turned into a bitter tasting wine

 

My grieving spirit hides the breeze that softly blows

Whispering in its low, hushed voice

My sad, lonely story…

That only I and the river know

Hiding my shattered heart

A bird…

With a broken wing

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But now...

I'm letting go and letting God

Taking my first step into His love - His paradise

To renew my spirit- refresh my soul

Yesterday is long ago

Today... is right before my eyes

Because now - I'm letting God and letting go

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by anne p murray

 

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Sometime we just can not save a love once it is on life support... we must move on new love that springs to life when we lest expect it... such a beautifully melancholy poem.

[anne p. murray- LadeeAnne]

A very true comment...poet friend. I like that analogy of "life support". I never thought of it that way, but it's so fitting. Thank you