On Raven's Wings

Father and Daughter It is I that aches for you to get well It is I that wipes away your endless tears, It is I that held your hand when it swelled It is I that protected you from your greatest fears. It is I that let you borrow my shoulder to cry on It is I that created the road for you to walk along, It is I that carried you when He snatched you so soon It is I that showed you the burning sunrise until noon. It is I that kneels before your grave It is I that sifts the sand of footsteps wave after wave, It is now that He stands He will take you to the forever Promised Land. Broken Wings He curls his long-fingered toes around his needle tree He caws over his prey and proceeds, Snatching a ripple of flesh, he dives This is his only chance to survive. Unbeckoning calls, he continues his hunt, he stalls Unwittingly trembling, shivering overall, It is a chilly night, but very calm indeed Swinging over his dark shadow of greed. A prayer is interrupted by the coyotes ahead Survival is to blame for what’s been said, A neverending success story unless you revive A lasting moment of being dead or alive.