the gifts of a robin

June 11, 2005

I met a wounded robin
and listened to his chatter
i shed my light upon him
his fear and aloneness lifted for a brief moment

i gave him the gift of peace
he gave me the gift of receiving my gift

and as i looked in his eye
i felt fear and hope,
i felt darkness and light,
i felt alone and connected

we knew, for the instant,
that we were alive
and that life is indeed love

Type: Poetry

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