A SPIRITUAL MOMENT AT THE BEACH
A bird with a broken wing I saw,
while walking along the seashore,
as I knelt down in wet sand,
I let it feel the warmth of my hand,
I stroked the wings of the injured bird,
while soft breezes I attentively heard,
but after a while black clouds did abound,
I looked around no help could be found,
I couldn't leave my feathered friend,
I knew it was dying I'd stay till the end,
then the wind became a gale,
the waves came crashing,
no yachts did sail,
I waited and waited the rain came down,
a figure came running as I looked around,
a veterinary surgeon he told me he was,
I asked, "what could have been the cause?"
"lots of birds get washed upon the beach,
some we help, but others we can't reach,"
I sadly said my goodbye,
then I looked up to the sky,
"take care of this bird I discovered today,
keep it warm and safe this I pray."