Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
I rest
Cupped
In the
Master’s
Hands.
In falling,
I've caught
A glimpse
Of the
Unbounded
Possibilities
Which yet await
And my heart pounds!
But now,
For the moment,
I rest contented -
Here,
In this warm
And gentle kindness!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
Beautiful poem Mike! ....... Like a fledgling, if we fall when we learn to fly and if we are cupped in the great Master's hand, what further harbour should we seek! A wonderful thought! ! A Sweet poem! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Valsa, glad that this poem touched your higher self. This poem was written shortly after I became an Eckist. It came out following a contemplation on Spirit's light and sound.