Wings of a bird slowly coming into view, alighting on
a window above where I sit.
Watching it primp and preen, not noticing the world
of hurt that I am in.
Blissfully ignorant of my grief and sorrow, yet keeping
my attention for a few moments.
Letting me know that God is still watching over me and
life is living within, even though I cannot seem to
realize it right now.
Thanking this little messenger of God, for letting me
know that He is watching over and caring for me, loving
me even when I don't realize it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem