You feel so helpless when sad things happen to a friend. You want to help, but there's not much you can do. Recently, a friend's father died from Lou Gerrigs disease, so I prayed for her. What she needed was strength to get through. The circumstances didn't change, but prayer (and hugs and cards) helped.
Outside my bedroom window
Suspended in full view,
My grey capped friends clung to a tree,
While icy winds blew.
As I gazed at the heap of whiteness
That grew as a misty veil,
My feathered friends hung on tight.
They didn’t dare to fail.
How I longed to open wide my door
And usher the company in.
How I longed to still the frantic wind
And be their champion.
But they had no need to follow me
I could not ease their plight.
So, I asked the one far greater than I
To, give them strength that night.
5 comments:
Thank you for your lovely comment. Yes, I really wrote it. I read a lot of poetry, so I pick up phrases and styles. A few days ago I noticed the birds shivering in a tree next to my window and began thinking. Then I tied it in with my friend's loss. Thanks again.
Beautiful poem. I thought it very moving.
Thank you. I've just had a stressful day. I feel lighter now.
hey diane;
i think we're related... i'm carrie gordon's oldest son, josh.
i stumbled across your blog via uncle john's 'if' site. some cool writing you've got going on!
- josh
Thanks Josh. I know and admire your mother very much. I think blogging is a great way to grow as a writer. I see you've got some interesting writing too. Thanks for dropping in.
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