Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Softly Loved, Softly Carried

Barn Swallow in West Sussex, England
By Jim Mead from Barnham Bognor Regis, England 

When Sorrow Came And I Was So Tired

I dreamt I was the smallest bird;
Sorrow came, but no one heard--
Then sunlight broke;
There I could see: an eagle's wing
Gently covered me;
Softly loved and softly carried;
Cradled then lifted
To parts unhurried;
Joy and sorrow like a lattice:
Dawn and darkness--are married.

By Connie Nelson Ahlberg
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