A poem...

(image copyright Jenny Freckles, used with permission)

Can an angel fly with a broken wing?
Or is it like a bird, trapped, earthbound,
Hopping from place to place?

Or can it, by angelic force of will, 
Transport itself to wherever
Loving comfort is needed?

Or rather does its broken, static state
Offer silent solace enough  
To any way-weary passer-by?

1 comment:

  1. You were kind to say that my 2nd blog (Book of Days) is a lovely place. And your Nest of Mist is also.

    Isn't it interesting, how we have a need to have 2 blogs? And I do, I do. One is not the place for everything...

    And since you have 2, you understand.