Like
A young bird
Fallen
From its nest
I rest
Cupped
In the
Master’s
Hands.
In falling,
I've caught
A glimpse
Of the
Unbounded
Possibilities
Which yet await
And my heart pounds!
But now,
For the moment,
I rest contented -
Here,
In this warm
And gentle kindness!
© M. Barrett – all rights reserved
Mike Barrett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fledgling-s-story/
