The Bird Poem by Josephine Lauderdale

The call of the bird
Passing over my chimney top

Down the flu
And into the fire

Reminds me
I am not alone

Never was
Never will be

The presence is
Love
In and all around me

It passes over again
To remind me what I can do

Knowing and showing
The answers
In the masses
Ever present
In the grocery lines
And city fines

That come in and out to play

They still surround me
Breathing all around me
Sending messages to my dreams

Reminding me
To wake
And listen for the bird