How do I explain to such a small bird that I love him so much?
How do I give him such a strong, heartfelt hug without hurting him?
He knows when I can't take any more.
He suddenly appears, his wings fluttering in a staccato drone.
He looks at me, seeming to challenge me with a frown.
My tears and my trembling lip are my only response.
You only seem to see the thousand demons crossing their tridents in battle.
In a second, while my angel blinks or the morning calm tames him enough.
They vie for the power of my anger and feed it like a thirsty fire.
I can see the thousand simultaneous futures of my coldest, darkest dreams of revenge.
A great explosion that ends everything and releases all the spirits trapped in its shadowy corridors.
Divine justice, you whisper in my ear.
The masks of the thousand demons fall to the floor at the same moment.
The fire they were feeding is flooded by a fine, twilight rain.
The silence of the very beginning becomes present.
How can I contradict you?
God always gave me the time and health to watch my enemies fall in flames into the infinite abyss.
The meeting of our eyes speaks of the most ancient wisdom on earth.
The one that needs no words to teach you.
Now, as an adult, I understand that famous "a little bird told me."
My day is preparing for a new direction, and while I saddle my mate,
I send my regards to those I miss and who love you as much as I do.
Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
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Damaso (
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For the ernest expectation of the creature waits for the manifestation of the sons of God.
Talk to the birds x
Romans 8:19🙏🏻
Thank you so much for such a beautiful quote. It's so kind of you to read and share it with us. Best regards.
But we speak wisdom among the mature...we can talk to all Gods creatures, they know who he is!
Cheers
I often talk to the birds, the deer, squirrels, Wally the Woodchuck who frequents by my sliding back door windows. I think they get it. They seem to keep coming around. Even the deer I recognize by there specific markings or look. LOL! Anyway, great poem! I relate to this a lot, my friend! Well done. A fave for me. 🌹👏
What a beautiful story you share. What a wonderful friendship animals have, invaluable when they offer that moment of intimacy. Thank you so much for your encouragement. Best regards.
Indeed. You are welecome!
A beautiful poem so well imaged and with great flow. The other day I had a iridescent blue humming bird fly in my room and up to my face hovering there looking me in the eye for a very long time then turned as if to say follow if you care and flew back out the door. Feelings that words can not express. Very nice
Wow, what a beautiful moment! Anyone who experiences it knows how vital that little animal can be. Sometimes you have to pay more attention. Thank you so much for sharing. Best regards.
A lovely flowing write , the feeling of safety, confidence, trust and that they actually be listening in ones hours of darkness can be so refreshing but also a life saver, that's why they say a dog is a man's best friend, always there whenever you need him, great write
Thank you so much for your wise and encouraging words. That's how time confirms that phrase. It's so kind of you to stop by and share it. Best regards.
You are very welcome
Excellent write
Thank you so much for your encouragement. Thanks for sharing. Best regards.
You're welcome
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