and post notes and photos about your poem like Millard Lowe.
A duck in a pond;
A turkey in a yard;
A blackbird, a crow, and
A dove soaring in the sky:-
There must be something
About the sacredness of birds;
Why else would all of the angels
Have arms, legs, and such broad wings?
Indeed, through tweeting winged wisdom,
Let us be aware that we are to be soarers in labors
Of love, peace, hope, faith, and divine splendor
As servants whose wings wait in The Nest of The Tree.
Thus, let us not take the winged ones of creation
For granted; as in The Tree of Life, their messaging
Is woven in the twigs of words in The Book of The Nest
Guiding us in every canvassed vision of our winged friends:
“Behold the fowls of the air; for they sow not,
Neither do they reap, nor gather into barns;
Yet your heavenly Father feedeth them.
Are ye not much better than they?” (Mt. 6:26)