to be swallowed by life


i feel it
when the leaves
first bud from tree
limbs emerging from barren
months when light filters
the birds chorus
opening their mouths after
long winter-silence
so sweet from absence
their wings open sparkling
blue red stained glass
catching the wind take flight
aimed for the Source
of light

About the author

Thaine Norris

As a follower of Jesus, I am a collector and publisher of faith testimonies to the glory of God.

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