"Blessing Disguised"

 

 

 

 

"Blessing Disguised"

 

The tiny voice of a weary bird,

Fly past your head flapping tired wings,

Its face lighted with hope

Not despairing of the miles yet to cover in the sky.

 

You look up to see this rare sight,

Perhaps, it might raise your beaten down shoulders,

Because faith is a fuel,

All it needs is a spark of fire.

 

The bird while flying hits a tree on its way,

And loses some precious feathers,

But it picks its shattered self up,

And rides higher above the spot it fell.

 

You marvel at this wonder in the sky,

Toes twitching trying to pin down these unfamiliar truth,

Life is throwing your way lavishly,

And like a timid child your hands shiver in excitement.

 

You bend and pick these lessons dropping at your feet,

Stare at them, nod your head, muster a smile

Rise with determination to rise above the earth,

Much more than your weary teacher.

 

 

 

 

 

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Emeka Collins

Wed 25th Nov 2020 13:55

Thanks big brother Keith for your kind comment.



@Paul Here's the link to my blog: emekaspeaks96@blogspot.com. you will find some works I never posted here there.

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keith jeffries

Tue 24th Nov 2020 22:10

Emeka, a poem of rare beauty in which you captivate the readers imagination. The last two lines of the second stanza are remarkable in their significance, not only to this poem to to all life.

Thank you indeed for this

Keith

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Paul Sayer

Tue 24th Nov 2020 20:52

Post the link here.

Your audience will grow in time.

Be Well

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Emeka Collins

Tue 24th Nov 2020 20:02

Thanks Paul. I feel great to be back again. I write more on my blog though.

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Paul Sayer

Tue 24th Nov 2020 19:14

Great to see you post again Emeka.

You and your teacher have swapped roles

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