Inspired By A Gift Of Art

Why Does The Robin Sing?

 

Song through meadows 

gather hearts along the way

reaching souls in need…

 

Fingers brush 

soft tops of tiny

forget me knots

sending kisses 

of memories to the soul

 

Along meadows blue 

footsteps emboss the journey

leading sorrow to

cool waters a 

hearts brook of healing

 

Resting beneath bowed

branches of life

one circum’s to the 

inner beauty of peace

content with cherished remembrance…

 

The song through the meadows

has reached my soul an 

everlasting impression of love.

KJS

 

Beautiful Piece  by Sherry Reynard Art

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Legend of the Robin

 

Robin with the red breast on a branch up in the tree

I look at you and wonder how your red breast came to be,

A story once was told by a prophet long ago

How you tried to save the Savior from the pain He suffered so.

 

Was a day of utter darkness as the Savior hung n pain

Upon the rugged cross as He bore my sin and shame,

The sky was dark, the rain it fell as blood flowed to the ground

From out of nowhere a brown bird came, as it flew around and around.

 

He had heard the cry father forgive from that hill so far away

He could see the cruel nails and the crown of thorns displayed,

He tried to pull those nails out as he flew into the cross

With all his might he gave it all but to him would seem a loss.

 

Although the nails never budged his little breast was stained

And colored with the deep red blood from the Saviors pain,

It was then he knew it had to be the Savior gave his life

So we could all be saved from sin and given eternal life!

KathyJSnow©

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Nature’s Guestbook

The little sparrows love to stop

And share a song or two ~

There’s always room for purple finch

The yellow warbler too!

 

Sometimes the robin finds the bath

And cools its feathers down ~

If luck would have it dinners served

A worm upon the ground!

 

A Hermit thrush he lingers still

And checks the wood for lunch ~

Just in time the ants are stirred

listen close you’ll hear him crunch!

 

Bright golden finch they wing their way

Right to their special perch~

Side by side the couples sit

On branches of the birch!

 

More than often you might see

A squirrel come for brunch ~

Between the chitter and the chatter

I think they steal ~ it’s just a hunch!

 

Many creatures have stopped by

To bless my little nook ~

So thankful for these lovely signings

In my natures guestbook!

Kathy J Snow©

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