The messenger from heaven
I sit and stare intently
At the garden in full bloom
It’s a place of pure beauty
It’s where you come to roam
The serenity which surrounds me
Is pure and so divine
It washes and envelops me
It’s like there is no time
There you sit and look at me
Your head tipped to one side
You hop, jump and walk about
Sometimes it’s like you glide
You often stop in just one place
And I look into your eyes
I wonder if you are a gift from heaven
My mouth turns to a smile
You seem to sit for such a time
Just still and majestic
You live a very simple life
Where mine is very hectic
I reflect upon the paths we tread
And can see they are so different
Yours is all about surviving
Mind feels quite materialistic
I sense you are a messenger
From someone no longer here
I wish you could just hop up
And whisper in my ear
Something startles you
And you fly away
Mr Blackbird I do so hope
You will be back one day
J C Hicks copyright ©️ 20/5/23
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