© by Bob bearden 1998
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THE MENDING
by B. R. Bearden aka Thon_
While wandering through the wood one day
All wrapped in selfish pain
I spied a bird with broken wing
A trembling in the rain.
She looked at me in fear and hope
I barely paid her heed
For I had troubles of my own
and thought of my own need.
I went to pass her by in haste
to quit the cold wet wood
I pulled my cloak around me tight
And lifted up the hood.
Yet as I turned to walk away
She made a tiny sound
It somehow touched my selfish heart
And made me turn around.
Now what is this to me, I asked
For I was not yet clear
I'd hunted other creatures once
I'd slain the dove and deer.
What was a little bird to me
that she should cause me pause
There were no rules to hold me here
No ordinance nor laws.
Yet looking in her eyes I saw
a pain to match my own
A tiny voice spoke in my heart
"Do you recall 'Alone' "?
"Do you recall the trembling nights?
"Have you unlearned to cry?
"Then grip your heart in iron fist
"And leave, and pass her by."
Yet I could not, my heart spoke true
I could not turn away
I closed my eyes and shook my head
And knelt down where she lay.
I gently took her in my hands
She quivered as with fear
For I had been a hunter once
And killed the dove and deer.
I took her to a safer place
And healed as best I knew
I felt my heart go out to her
I did all I could do.
At first I feared she would not mend
I feared that she might die
I wondered that I cared so much
Her death would make me cry.
I kept her near my fire for warmth
I tended with such care
That passing time revealed in me
the things that slumbered there.
And as she healed , a wondrous thing
Came stealing in my heart.
I found that I did dread the day
That she and I might part.
I found that I was healing too
from more than broken wing
I found that I recalled old songs
I found the voice to sing.
Amazed was I at things I felt
Amazed that I should care
For I had been a hunter once
And killed the dove and deer.
When comes the day that she may fly
I will hold her not too tight
I'll smile a reassuring smile
And save my tears for night.
And though it be a sad, sad thing
the day that we may part
She gave me more than I deserved
She nested in my heart.
All wrapped in selfish pain
I spied a bird with broken wing
A trembling in the rain.
She looked at me in fear and hope
I barely paid her heed
For I had troubles of my own
and thought of my own need.
I went to pass her by in haste
to quit the cold wet wood
I pulled my cloak around me tight
And lifted up the hood.
Yet as I turned to walk away
She made a tiny sound
It somehow touched my selfish heart
And made me turn around.
Now what is this to me, I asked
For I was not yet clear
I'd hunted other creatures once
I'd slain the dove and deer.
What was a little bird to me
that she should cause me pause
There were no rules to hold me here
No ordinance nor laws.
Yet looking in her eyes I saw
a pain to match my own
A tiny voice spoke in my heart
"Do you recall 'Alone' "?
"Do you recall the trembling nights?
"Have you unlearned to cry?
"Then grip your heart in iron fist
"And leave, and pass her by."
Yet I could not, my heart spoke true
I could not turn away
I closed my eyes and shook my head
And knelt down where she lay.
I gently took her in my hands
She quivered as with fear
For I had been a hunter once
And killed the dove and deer.
I took her to a safer place
And healed as best I knew
I felt my heart go out to her
I did all I could do.
At first I feared she would not mend
I feared that she might die
I wondered that I cared so much
Her death would make me cry.
I kept her near my fire for warmth
I tended with such care
That passing time revealed in me
the things that slumbered there.
And as she healed , a wondrous thing
Came stealing in my heart.
I found that I did dread the day
That she and I might part.
I found that I was healing too
from more than broken wing
I found that I recalled old songs
I found the voice to sing.
Amazed was I at things I felt
Amazed that I should care
For I had been a hunter once
And killed the dove and deer.
When comes the day that she may fly
I will hold her not too tight
I'll smile a reassuring smile
And save my tears for night.
And though it be a sad, sad thing
the day that we may part
She gave me more than I deserved
She nested in my heart.
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