Lynnae wrote this poem in response to my previous poem, and I thought it deserved a spot on my blog.
The tiniest sparrow am I
With wings too small for flight
But just as the sapling small
Looks to the oak tree's might
Or the stream that dreams of the waterfall
The spirit longs to soar
To feel the Maker's touch
Too often it seems a wistful dream
Untouchable at best
Unless there's one to stand between
And show that faith is blest
The cardinal may not an eagle be
But from my lower perch, you are an eagle to me.
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