Bird WatcherA Poem by Doug BlairJesus in the fields near Galilee
There must have been
Some sunny days, In golden meadow fair; When free from crowds And free from toil, You sought the purer air. And as you strolled The verdant paths, The wee birds met you there. Did not they sing At your approach Their fanfare, clear and sweet? Did not they peer From wayside nests To note your passing feet? Or else display Above your head Some agile, aerial treat. Oh, villager, Oh, carpenter, Oh, rabbi to the meek. ‘Twas you who reached From Unseen Halls To form each wing and beak. ‘Twas you ordained The feathered friends So delicate and weak. Then from the fields And azure skies, You passed to City’s din. To show to powers Their shallow hope, Perhaps, their souls to win. In temple halls Where Paschal doves Were slaughtered for men’s sin. © 2012 Doug Blair |
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Added on September 30, 2012 Last Updated on September 30, 2012 Tags: feathered friends, sacrificial, flight AuthorDoug BlairWaterloo, Ontario, CanadaAboutIn my sixties. Married. Father of two. Disillusioned lawyer who put on the blue collar. Poet. Blogger. Nature hiker. Newsboy for Jesus. Lover of most things Scots. more..Writing
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