Empathy

As her eyes fell on the fallen bird From its nest upon the tree down on ground Her whole soul for some moments was in shards The little girl lifted the wounded bird and rested it In the bowl of her joined palms She then collected some paste of turmeric Mixed it with a little slaked lime As she had seen her mother doing at home When one got an injury from a fall She gently rubbed the turmeric-lime paste On the wings and breast And placed the bird in a bed of straw in a basket Out of the blue billowed some cloud Will the young bird come round she wanted to know Looked for someone to ask The cloud gradually took the shape of Jesus She comforted the wounded bird and said He sees us ____________________________________________ May 27, 2016 For Christian Poems - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Christy Teas