Sing Bird Sing

one man
one sin
and all
did fall
yet still I sing
still fly
still scratch
those bleeding hues
upon the evening sky
with ragged wings caught upward
by that sure breath –
His will

one man
one cross
and I
did die
yet still I sing
still fly
still catch
the sweetest scent
from that bless’d morn
with newest wings called upward
by that pure breath –
His word

Petra O. Hefner
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