Hope.Love.Faith.
Contributed by
SmallTownGirl
on
Friday, 18th September 2009 @ 03:30:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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A sorrowful bird,
Still chirps to the wind.
A lonely wolf,
Still howls at the moon.
A dying Indian,
Still sings his goodbye's.
Why do they still sing, in the darkest moments of moments?
Is it Hope?
Is it Love?
Perhaps Faith..that keeps them going.
We speak so little of Hope and lessely know truly of what it is. It is Hope that the bird sings to the wind.
For, a happy tune can cheer up even the most sorrowful of all birds. So he sings, he chirps a merry tune, with each TWEET TWEET his spirits awaken.More and more, opening his eyes to greater things.
The loneliest of wolves still howls to the moon. His spirit so down but with every lonesome howl his Love climbing higher and higher. For Love, is what keeps this beautiful beast howling. Love, of his ow kind. His pack, his family. Love, is what this beast is singing of.
Even the savage. The Indian, in his last moments cries out. His Faith, is what drives him. As his family marches on, he sings to them of his Faith, with his last whisper of breath. The Faith that he will become something of such spirtual manner after death, an eagle, a fish, perhaps a wolf..a bird? His Faith is what drives him to sing out.
Hope, Love, Faith.
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2009-09-18 15:30:37] (Date/Time posted on
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