Warbled Parts

Warbled Parts

A Poem by Paris Hlad

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But ask the animals, and they will teach you,

Or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you,

Or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,

Or let the fish in the sea inform you �"

Which of all these does not know

That the Lord has done this?

 

Job 12: 7-9

 

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Where do birds go when they fly?

What trees are their homes today?

Do they live from perch to perch?

And could they live another way?

 

They live in oak trees by the lake

And elms that rise above the hill

They sometimes wander far afield

And always go what ways they will

 

Where do birds go when they die?

What takes up their tiny souls?

Do they find their meaning in

The act of filling tiny holes?

 

Birds are the cursive in life’s book,

The ink that makes a day seem true

For they are scribbled words of God

And warbled parts of me and you.

© 2023 Paris Hlad


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Paris Hlad
Paris Hlad

Southport, NC, United States Minor Outlying Islands



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