I saw you lying, nestled upon sheaves
of glimmering green
touched by Gods’ loving heart
as all around dawns’ chorus, had begun.
Hushed and stilled
your songs once thrilled,
Softening the hardest of hearts.
For lying breathless
as new life is touched
By Gods’ own breath, is breathed.
‘Be at Peace, my feathered friend
Your love has served Thee well.
For now encircled by My Love
Is your Eternal Soul.”
(c) Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2013.