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"How sweet are Your words to my taste,
sweeter than honey to my mouth!" (Psalm 119:103)
her labour
starts at sunrise
wings waggle dancing to the mountainside
secrets to
sip from flowers
content to bloom to keep her satisfied
she swallows
from the fountain
reserving naught for her own appetite
for duty
rests upon her
back to the royal stock to haste her flight
she toils till
mercy sunset
cool shadows drape across her fettered breast
tomorrow
new day labour
must keep the kingdom sweetened by her quest
her tattered
wings are failing
but mercy bears no pity for her pain
off to the
hills she struggles
knowing she will never see her queen again…
© Copyright 2019 February 5
by Clyve A. Bowen
See visual version here: http://mydo.cx/YTU0MmE1
sweeter than honey to my mouth!" (Psalm 119:103)
her labour
starts at sunrise
wings waggle dancing to the mountainside
secrets to
sip from flowers
content to bloom to keep her satisfied
she swallows
from the fountain
reserving naught for her own appetite
for duty
rests upon her
back to the royal stock to haste her flight
she toils till
mercy sunset
cool shadows drape across her fettered breast
tomorrow
new day labour
must keep the kingdom sweetened by her quest
her tattered
wings are failing
but mercy bears no pity for her pain
off to the
hills she struggles
knowing she will never see her queen again…
© Copyright 2019 February 5
by Clyve A. Bowen
See visual version here: http://mydo.cx/YTU0MmE1
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