Pretty bird, come perch
upon my praying hands.
You are like a happy, hopeful prayer
that ascends to sacred skies
and, like prayer, your song seems
to call upon the dawn.
Perhaps, our prayers too,
perch upon the hand of some loving god.
I know not, but I hope
that our prayers are the chorus
of a new dawn.
Comments
skinner_jennifer | January 17, 2012 - 12:36
Beautiful poem JoHn.
Jenny.
Indrani Ananda | January 17, 2012 - 18:31
Indrani Ananda
What a really beautiful poem, Well-wisher, so evocative, like so much of what you have written already.
Indrani.
scratch | January 17, 2012 - 20:28
Nice one wellwisher.
Kahdai | January 18, 2012 - 18:50
:) another hopefull one
hudsonmoon | January 20, 2012 - 14:33
I love that last line,John.
Rich