THE GHOSTS OF CHRISTMAS /or/ GNARLY OLD MARLEY

FolkWritings From The Future

alaS a young sparrow

winG broken in battle

lookinG for the comfort

oF a safe dry nest

youR innocence lost

somethinG that can never

bE replaced

youR care and comfort

sO beautiful

beforE the net was cast

anD the damage done

noW the cloud filled sky

iS all you see

alL you can hear

iS the misery

likE the wailing of a prisoner

the birD man of Alcatraz?...

knowinG that there is nothing

anyonE can do

thE spirit begging in groans

buT no one can put things the way they once were

timE is only a moment,

a vapor in the early morning

beforE the sun rises

foG rolling across the fields

leavinG no room for the escape

noR the death that washes upon distant shores

beinG is just a state of mind

whilE doing is left far off, and behind

aN eagle or a vulture

maY have had more of a chance

buT the night is almost over

thE band strikes up the last dance

feaR not oh little sparrow

whosE fondness we now favor

youR ruffled feathers announce the time

thE coming of the Savior