Plain and Fancy Creatures
Would that I could find the words
to describe the freedom of the birds
but alas,
I can only watch and observe
their banter and flight along the earth's curves.
For these small plain and fancy creatures
the simplicity of life is their single teacher
and I
least humble of God's creation
can only marvel at His almighty station.
Should I be blessed to ever see His face
may I speak words that are pure and chaste
finding myself
bowing in His presence
grateful of my own obsolescence.
In the unknown scheme of life
its love and hate and daily strife
I am
but an image of God's magnificent song of love
simple yet majestic like the mourning dove.
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