Nothing but the Blood

I gave away my feathers to a wounded bird, mid-flight

She fondled in her fingers and gazed at colours bright.

Both of us now cold, I wandered down the pale pink hall

Warmed by hands and hearts – reciting heaven, gold, gems and all.

With bravery I wore a cross-shaped medal I didn’t earn

A signed and sealed commission of men has joined the funeral burn.

Though many think the flow of blood is death, despair and strife

I know for sure it’s freedom from guilt and our eternal life.

The darkness that I wear will not do for wedding ball

Patiently, I changed the feathers for a pure white shawl.

 

 

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‘Til the Sky

Across the vastness and darkness

I happened upon

a humble kind-hearted one

The doors were wide open

many creatures entered care

But some left in wonder

pacing, staring over

how to cross the blue yonder

without paying the fare.

Acknowledgements: Cheyne Geligan (RIP 2003) ‘Till the Sky’ by The Simpletons