WISDOM!
MAY YOU DISCOVER IT
IN TIME
February 13, 2014 - A Poem for Today
CON DOLORE
Small birds are frozen in the river:
Huddled in inadequate feathers
they are scattered upon the
ice.
Unable to fly further against descending cold
They came down to rest upon the water.
Dark forces trapped both birds
and river in the night.
The frozen river is as helpless as they are.
You, who have wings, why should you perish?
Who seizes the pattern knows the reason.
© Mary
Kennedy
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