Chasing Red Birds
Friday, April 16, 2010
The light it pierced the darkness;
but the darkness didn't know,
and understanding never unraveled
in the reflecting white of snow.
The path went on unending,
through gates and grates unknown.
and hope could only follow,
though it knew not where to go.
Somewhere the angels waited;
singing soft, and sweet and low.
and smiling at remembered children-
making their likeness in the snow.
Not a Sparrow Falls