Babybird

Won’t you hold me within the wing of prayer
that the comfort of love wll find me there
and strengthen my heart while it you enfold
with the warm embrace of your feathered soul.

For there I am found safe against your breast
encouraged thus, my dreams are possessed
so nurtured by hope and visions of height
you grantsed me wings of which to take flight.

With newfound poise I stand before my fate
wings heartened with your faith I elevate
when I step from the refuge of your bough
that I soar higher than I thought I knew how.

Embolden by love I climb higher and higher
up toward heaven, that of which I aspire
with your love given, I am well recieved
for the love that you gave, made me comlete.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2010