A Bird
A Bird
Into the hands of God
Fell a dead bird.
God remembered
Making this bird.
Fashioning each feather.
Tuning the voice.
A whole life it had
Flown and sang.
Now here it was,
In God’s hands again.
A Bird
Into the hands of God
Fell a dead bird.
God remembered
Making this bird.
Fashioning each feather.
Tuning the voice.
A whole life it had
Flown and sang.
Now here it was,
In God’s hands again.
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