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The Sky with Birds Just Lately Born
Sometimes there’s a sadness in my heart.
A stone, a thought, a fearful start.
Yet I rise and see the morn,
The sky with birds just lately born.
So brave they try their early wings
And taste wet crumbs of earthly things.
With serendipity they soar,
And childlike knock on heaven’s door
So too should I delight in life,
I, blessed by God though given strife.
Yet winds rush neath the cabin door,
And on my heart’s dark wooden floor.
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Peg Glynn is a frequent contributor to her church publications, The Voice of Zion and the Shepards Voice. After raising a family of twelve, she has now retired to the north country of Minnesota.
I absolutely love your poem Peg. It is hauntingly sad yet delightful in its optimism. Thank you. Please give us more. And thank you to Evan for a perfect picture to set off your poem.
I enjoyed these snapshot images captured in camera lens couplets.
Thanks for the read, Peg.
Delighting in life like the birds in the sky. A beautiful sentiment! Thanks, Peg.
Enjoyed the poem also, Peg. And I love the title!
Seriously, Peg, birds are not born; they are hatched, unless you are using the word figuratively (and why not?). Your poetic license is the governing factor here, and finding a rhyme for “hatched” would only lead to infelicitous solutions such as “thatched” or “mismatched.”
I thought the “born” reference was to the morning sky, not the hatching of the birds. The morning dawn was born – the sky (with birds, hence daylight) just lately born (i.e., it’s dawn and the birds are now in flight from their night’s respite.
Awe for power of words to store tears … art of simple encompassing all… Thank You miss for this great gift
Beautiful poetic images. I especially liked “Yet winds rush neath the cabin door, And on my heart’s dark wooden floor.”