An Angel Sings

Oh, what a dark and dreary day
My pencil has very little to say
But how the poet longs to write
As I see this most amazing sight.

Rain fiercely pours down outside
Yet to the feeder she will glide
A hummingbird so incredibly small
I could scarcely see her at all.

Wind and rain beat upon her breast
Still she perched sweetly in her quest
Not deterred by the fearsome storm
That brutalized her delicate form.

I stared in awe at this little one
Who needed not the warming sun
Feasting from a feeder majestically
Then a whisper of sound, unbelievably.

Almost inaudible the chirp, I heard
Thank you Lord, from the fragile bird
Oh, praise God for her fluttering wings
When from her heart an angel sings…

Book by Kathleen Higham

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