On the Fence

I will send Him to you; fire and love divine.
Scratch, ruffling, flipping, and flopping feathers flitter,
Wounded white-winged dove on the red cedar fence line.

Crossed paths with a lead pellet September fly-in,
Soaring high wind flight, buckshot bead barely hit her.
I will send Him to you; fire and love divine.

Concrete birdbath cleansing, clear, and cool to recline,
Restoring, resting, fit not to fly but not a quitter.
Wounded white-winged dove on the red cedar fence line.

Since long ago, love so pure, nothing can outshine,
Clouded, stench filled souls translucent and aglitter.
I will send Him to you; fire and love divine.

Hardened hearts hounding heavy yokes heed the hard line,
Pursuing passing pleasures, love starved and bitter.
Wounded white-winged dove on the red cedar fence line.

Dearest adored, chased, and loved yet you do decline?
Unrequited love, pride of self to embitter.
I will send Him to you; fire and love divine.
Wounded white-winged dove on the red cedar fence line.

- Gary Edward Geraci