Good morning little blue bird
I would’ve thought you’d left weeks ago
The eagles have all deserted their nests
In search of fresh water still flowing slow
But since it just froze over this week
I reckon your packing a suitcase today
And heading for sunny weather elsewhere
Not beneath snow filled clouds of grey
I woke to your sweet song calling nearby
Yet sounding like a soft sad goodbye
Was it for the other birds staying behind
Or for me alone as I listen and sigh
The hummingbirds and geese long ago
Took wing foretelling of the coming cold
But you my friend alone chose to wait
Giving me hope in which I could hold
The Shards of DuBois
My heart is filled with faith that is crystal quartz,
solid yet clearly beautiful,
no matter the pain inside or the anger that wants to explode.
I stand tall and edged sharply even though sometimes,
life turns and makes my face shiny.
Some days you can see right through me,
but this only happens with the right light.
It reflects off of me in sparkles and glitters,
mirroring the depth of my soul.
Hardened to the evilness that rocks our world,
I will forever grow towards God.
Slowly, over great time, I will become His Glorious Gem.