Folded Wings Poem by Heather Burns

Folded Wings



Folded wings in retreat
in search of a sanctuary

a wounded dove looking
for a peaceful environment

going to the well many
times leaving empty

lonely folded wings sigh
wipes a tear from her eye

forever in flight always
seeking never finding

like a tight rope ever
binding.

















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Friday, August 23, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: home
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Clarence Prince 24 August 2013

Just like many of us these days, searching every where for peace and contentment, but looking in the wrong place; as, it can only be found in Christ. A beautiful poem, Heather!

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David Wood 24 August 2013

This sounds like a metaphor of life. A good write Heather.

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Tirupathi Chandrupatla 23 August 2013

Plight of a wounded bird is described with a compassionate expression. Beautiful poem. Thank you.

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