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