Poetry on God's Creation "And creation's wonders are but the outer fringe of God's works; how faint the whisper we hear of him!"---Job 26: 14
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
My Little Bird and Me
We'd been the way of all the world: My little bird and me; We'd seen the golden, cresting shores And all the wind-torn leas, We'd watched the little rabbits sit In summer, by the lanes And every clock, and every month Go skipping through the rain. We'd been the way of all the world: The valleys, and the fog We'd seen epitome of light Upon the mossy log And taken many pictures of The cold and glassy sea: We'd been the way of all the world, My little bird and me.