How beautiful her soul, made of beautiful feathers
Yet, considered outward a heavenly beggar
Holding to her heart the birds that sing
Accepting the mysterious joy that they bring
Knowing that they could fly away but, in her arms they did stay
In a world of sorrows and yet, sweet discourse
She loved blindly this powerful Divihe unseen Force
Having left what could only be lost
She released the remorse of the cost
For it is Love that sacrifices what it values most
To give back to others which she once did boast
It is a mystery, a Divine riddle for one to comprehend
That her feathered soul had wings, like a feathered friend
It is in the power of this wonderous Divine connection
She did find the magical gift for her souls resurrection
skswisdomology@2019woman with beauiful birds painting

Posted on 04/20/2019, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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