Song of the Thorn Bird

Song of the Thorn Bird

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


At onset of life’s first spark, nestled in the cocoon of womb’s water
Into this world born through love and anguish of gushing waters
From the Potter’s hand, vessels filled with naught but thought and water
Tainting of the once untouched soul, made anew in cleansing waters
Throughout life lured back again and again to the whisper of the water
At the last hour’s goodbye kiss, restored to His embrace by Heaven’s waters


Brian Miller said...

beautiful...and goes so well witht he first pic as it.

R. Burnett Baker said...

Love this, Lisa. Reminds me why throughout my life I've loved being near a lake, or the sea!