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
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May 27, 2016
For Christian Poems - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Christy Teas
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