Sitting by the Window

Sitting by the window
I saw something fall
Looked out the window
Baby bird on the floor
Lying on his back
Writhing in agony
Fallen from the rooftop
Just learning to live
Couldn’t use its wings
Fell four stories
Hear the mother sing
She flies into the garden
Squawking now
Kicking up a fuss
Over her lost baby
I go out to investigate
Baby bird is dying
Must have broken things inside
Must have hurt its head
Then it dies
I move it to a grassy place
Somewhere out of sight
Don’t know what else to do
To help in this sad light
Suddenly feeling sad inside
As the mother bird returns
Squawking like a crazy thing
Mother bird can’t you learn
What happened to our fledgling?
That caused it to take a fall
Still you seem to expect an answer
To your harassed call
But your baby bird is gone
Your baby bird is dead
The fall caused it injury
Maybe hurt its head
Now I’m thinking of my mother
Calling in the night
Her words in the stillness
That made my face turn white
That made my heart break
With tears I had to hide
Calling me out of nowhere
About the hour she died
Now the mother bird has flown
Darted into the sky
She’s given up her baby
She doesn’t ask why
She flew away forever
To forget her baby boy
She’s given up her fledgling
She’s flown up to the sky

I thought I’d finished

I thought I’d finished writing poems
That I’d emptied out my heart
And come to my end

But the heart is not dead and as I write
It seems to be filling up again
With new things to say

Pull me yet another pint
As I look for another song
Entering the bar in another life

So that is it, I do not die
And blood like fiery petrol
Fills up my old tin can of a heart

I‘ve seen so much and heard of much more
And what I haven’t seen could be waiting
Further down the road to be embraced

Yet in my heart I embrace so much
And you will always be there
Sifting through the past to look for the future

Your mind is still growing

Your mind is still growing.
Dominated by the senses,
By what hands and feet do, by meal times.

Then without warning it will seem
As if you fall into a tangled bramble bush
Burning away in the night with fiery eyes.

Then you will carry your body in your arms to the river
Instead of your body carrying you.

Does Anyone Know?

Does Anyone Know?

Does anyone know what it is like?
To have a full heart in a free world
With the cares of children who never cry
Never knowing hunger or loneliness

Does anyone know what it is like?
To have a free heart in a free world
To be spiritually rich and loved
With the care of a child who will never cry

Does anyone know what it is like?
To live a life free from any fear
To be like Peter walking on the sea
And to trust in God that you’ll never die

Does any one even dare to think?
What life would be like when provided for
By the God of heaven in his success
When never a true love will be heard to sigh

I look out of my window at the wind
I look out of my window at the cloud
And there I see in my heart of hope
A better future world under the sky

Words About Death and Dying

Words about death and dying
Will die with the dead
Poems about life and living
Will live on instead

The magic of life and living
Will grow and be more alive
The wonder of love and loving
Will fill each and everyone’s eyes

First we dance and then we go to heaven

First we dance and then we go to heaven
First we love and then we pass away
We see the sky and then round ‘bout seven
Our hearts feel empty and we dream in grey

First we must dance and then we go to heaven
We somehow forget how hard life can be
We don’t realise how our bodies are like leaven
We only know what’s good and what is free

First we dance and then we go to heaven
And heaven loves the ignorance of a child
Never dreaming death can come between us
The purity of love and all things free and wild

Then we tire and find there are no answers
To questions about love lasting years
Then we cry and end our career as dancers
We feel like stone and then we fill with tears

So first we dance and then we go to heaven
And if we love we’ll live forever more
This is the ideal that life seems to teach us
And if we run we can just get through the door

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