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Favorite Poem.. ~He Rested His Wings~
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Favorite Poem.. ~He Rested His Wings~ |
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angelsamongus Member
since 2000-05-27
Posts 70New York 
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I haven't written very many poems as of yet, but this poem holds special meaning for me because I wrote it for a very special friend. She is a light in the darkeness and she has been through so much. As a very young girl she was raped by a family friend and became pregnant. She carried her baby in silence. She gave birth to him (under a tree) and no one knew, he was born too early and he died in her hands. She was all of (I believe) 12 or 13. I cannot imagine how she has survived but she has. I am blessed to call her my friend. ~ He Rested His Wings ~ He rested His wings, ever so brief. A moment in time, my heart ached with grief. A few tender moments, of physical touch. My baby Matthew, taught me so much. The warmth of His body, His perfect round head. That day by the tree, many tears I did shed. Sweet baby fingers, and cute little toes. Why He left me so quickly, My Lord only knows. A gift from my Saviour, someone to love. A bridge to heaven, a soul from above. He came for a moment, He had such a big part. Tiny footprints He left, on His mommy's heart. ~Lori |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
I can understand why this would be your favorite poem. It is beautful! Such a sad story with it, I am truly sorry about what happened to your friend. The flow, and the thought is perfect. Thanks for sharing this. Take care, Melissa Honeybee |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Lori~ Your thoughts are tenderly portrayed. What a tragedy that this poem even needed to be written ... to think that she had no one she felt she could turn to so that Matthew could stand a chance to make it into this world. I'm glad she has your friendship. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
A gift from my Saviour, someone to love. A bridge to heaven, a soul from above. He came for a moment, He had such a big part. Tiny footprints He left, on His mommy's heart. ------------ thank you for sharing this exceptional poem and the sad story behind it...she is lucky to have you as a friend...and you wrote her a loving tribute in this beautiful poem take care, jm I think I could need - this in my life I think I'm just scared - that I know too much I can't relate and that's a problem I'm feeling ... If you're gone - maybe it's time to go home There's an awful lot of breathing room But I can hardly move If you're gone - baby you need to come home cuz there's a little bit of something me... In everything in you. ~MB20~ "What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly" ~Lao Tze Tao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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