She Talks to Birds
There under our skin beats galaxies waiting,
To be flown into with bird like precision and joy,
We will flock together
Birds of a feather
And sing heaven knows better.
She gifts us the Winter to yearn for the Spring
We first go under then bring
Ourselves open to Summer
And forever Autumn fall into each other.
Spiraling, dashing, under, over, around and through
Every bird you sing to.
She talks to the birds
Of course she sings
She looks human
She camouflages her wings
There under our imagination wings waiting
To be flying with pure effortless joy
We will flock together
Birds of a feather
She gifts us loneliness to know togetherness
We go broken then to bring
Ourselves opening to each's tenderness
Forever we shall sing
Spiraling, dashing, under over, around and through
Every birds sings to you
She warns the little birds
Of course she sings
She looks divine
She spreads her wings
Dearest Saint James,
You Are Filled With Too Much Wisdom.
May God Bless You & Yours.
May He, Be There For You,
If Ever In Need.
Amen.
I Believe In Prayer.
I'm old-fashioned.
Thank You Brandon is not your Bro!!!
I found this out earlier this week