An Open Hand Is Needed Poem by cheryl davis miller

I happened once upon a bird
a frightened little thing.
It’s twisted body laying there
with badly broken wing.
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Surprise gave way to sympathy
as I reached out to him.
But life’s experience told him
that I was not his friend.
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The more I tried to rescue him
the more he drew away.
Til getting down on bended knee
I scooped him up that day.
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I carried him in to a cage
and gently closed the door.
Then splinted wing, gave water and seed
and offered him no more.
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I did not attempt to tame him
he was a wild thing.
My hope was just to see him well
another day to sing.
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I watched his wing begin to mend
all though I have to say.
I never saw him come to life
until he flew away.
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Friend, an open hand is needed
God’s mercy to impart.
An open hand receives the love
it needs to touch a heart.

c.d.m.09