832059  Poems Read Home Login

 I Once Was Blind But Now I See

poeticbearlovestowritepoet5170dreamweaverauthor3578poet3238mjfb1954sunshine1poetryofadoveangelicheavenlystarcountrypoetalwaysawarrior
The Birds All Converge At My Resting Place




The birds that God has allowed to sing and bring joy are all converging at my resting place.
They freely fly over it and twitter their song.
They are in agreement to do this in memory of me.
For it was myself that had an ear for their music.
It was me that asked God to let me hear more.
They knew there would be food for them.
They had nothing to want for it was always there.
The birds from the Cardinals to the canaries, cared for me.
They sang a lugubrious song instead of a merry one.
Telling the world a poet has died and left the works behind him.
The birds all converge at my resting place in Gethsemane Memorial Gardens.
This is where I will be interred.
Praise the Lord for long life and the joy of living.
It was so wonderful being on the earth now I must go.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2016-2-21)







©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.

Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem
[ Control Panel ]  [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ]   [ Search ]