Finches Poem by Dylan Attard

Finches whistle as they flutter past,
Fleeting instant in a beating heart,
So profound,
So distant,
Still I ask,
Where shall I start?

A reminder of things that have come and gone,
Distant memory of true love reborn,
Only salvation can show us the way,
The light glowing fainter with each coming day.

So forgive us all father, forgive us our sin!
And let us find your face as we seek to begin,
To rebuild our lives from the ashes and dust,
Salt water batters my steel soul to rust.
Corrosion sets in, eats away all that's chilled,
Revealing the truth, a beauty fulfilled.
The hope of the world lost in fields of technology,
A Finch whistles softly,
Change is coming child,
It begins with me.