THIS PRAYER!

The bird whose nest

Nestle in the palm of the mountainous tree

Was forced to look down to painfully see

How heartbreaking weak little birds lived

After having such a one

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And after her tears turned to determination

She flew in hovering like a protective mother hen

Surveying, praying, hoping for a good thought of help

She knew not how to begin

All she knew was thought and scribble

Until it dawned on her to scribble her way through

A journey from the top might have caused a stir,

A misunderstanding

A fright of her claws needing blood

So she surveyed for long

Pulling coachers of flying and sensitizing

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Now she is saddened in victory

Now she is saddened

After she is accepted

Saddened that she is incapacitated

For what she saw on the mountain top

Is worsely seen in a close up

And the tears of some even in joy of recognition

Touches her to the core

She wants to do it all

She needs to strengthen what has been subdued

To save those being killed

To help bring life to wings clipped

But she is the sad one whose needs pile

By the breath of the second

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Oh God of Host!

If Ye be there and fair and share

Hold Thy word and rain on her team

Sew her seams and fill her to the brim

This is a prayer from a heart so expectant

And for this in her life this bird can’t be failed

Help

For only you can

This prayer, is a prayer you must readily answer

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015