A fragile bird,
damaged her wing,
a pain that burned,
she could not sing.

Voices she heard
made her ears ring,
the peaceful words,
eased aches and stings.

Outlines a blur,
harmony flings.
Angel returns,
hopeful upswing.

The scent of myrrh,
meets natures bling,
felt good to her,
energy zings.

Inner strength stirs,
a sacred sling,
healing occurs,
and pure love clings.

As her heart purrs,
wishes it brings.
Intent infers,
her flight past spring.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy