So why did we not see,
what was obviously
visible to the birds.
The birds who flew
who sang,
who knew,
who nested safely and fed
their young,
who twittered quietly when
the day was done
who sang to the skies from
within shrubbery
who perched in the tree-tops
with a view to the sea.
If only the bird of
spirituality
was heard like words of
clarity
to those who miss the
brighter song,
who need life’s pain
to bring the rain
to cleanse the lands
to start again.
So quietly here I go…….
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