Bird Of The Snow

              

Pressing my nose against the frosty windowpane,
I saw a magnificent white bird sitting so still,
As if carved from frozen snow blasted in from the cold,
artic chill of a place far away and unknown.
Gathering my thoughts of amazement and awe,
At this beautiful bird of the snow, I longed to ask,
where did you come from and where will you go?
I just wanted to reach out and warm it in the palms
of my hands and caress. it gently to my chest.
But, instead in my heart quietly, I shouted a silent prayer, for this magnificent creature of the air to just soar away quickly and to stay free to shred its glory for others to behold.
 Mesmerized by its exquisite grace and charm,
I continued to stand there and stare at its beauty beyond compare.
With my face appearing from behind the curtain’s lace
As it began to take flight, I watched it spread its mighty wings up to the heavens.
As it slowly vanished from my sight,
my lips parted in awe, and I whispered softly, as it
cawed and flew up to the heavens and out of sight,  
while you soar above the world so high with all your beauty and glory, sing a song of hope, salvation, and deliverance for peace and harmony to a world so torn and forlorn.