Monday, 25 March 2013
Restore My Faith
Yesterday I heard the wings of approaching birds,
Birds returning home for the warmth and safety.
They flew over my house at six,
Joyfully chirping as if to say “there’s hope”.
Mother bird returning with food on her beak,
Fly home little bird, hurry home unforgotten one.
Earlier I saw the twinkling of a distant star,
A star that stood alone, no star close to it.
I watched as it grew brighter, as if signalling the others.
I looked up, the star was ever so visible,
Surrounded by a number of new stars.
Shine on little star, light the dark sky twinkling star.
A bird spoke to me, a whisper only a hopeful heart could hear,
I stood up, my legs felt stronger.
A star told me a secret, a promise only an open soul could believe,
I inhaled, I held on, I believed.
Yesterday these ears heard a distant bird,
Earlier these eyes saw a twinkling star,
And just like that, they restored my faith.