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A Poem for the Desperate {faithful friday}

“No matter how intense the darkness of doubt, we choose how long and to what extent we allow it to influence us. We must remember how much our Heavenly Father and His Son love us. They will neither abandon us, nor will They allow us to be overcome if we seek Their help.” (-Elder Vern P. Stanfill)

 

A POEM FOR THE DESPERATE

Little bird wings beat desperately

against the wind.

And yet, the little body

of soft brown feathers

stays stationary

despite its relentless efforts.

The force of the blast does not overcome

the little bird,

pushing it backwards,

but the resistance is just too great for the little bird

to make any progress.

And so it stays frozen in place

with wings flapping furiously.

 

I watch helplessly from the kitchen window,

willing the wind to stop,

willing the wee thing to keep trying.

I wait to see the end

of this story.

Who will win?

Wind or precious life?

 

I, too, face the winds

of life’s adversity.

This bird, I know,

is a symbol of me

and a symbol

of you.

 

However much I’d like

for the wind to cease,

it does not disappear,

but blows steadily on.

Just at the instant when I think

the little bird will give up

and turn around

to give in to the gust,

it utterly surprises me.

With a slight shift of wings

it tilts ever so slightly and begins to

coast

and glide

against the draft.

Up

and down

it soars through the gale

moving forward

at a glorious speed.

 

I let out a sigh,

not knowing I had been holding

my breath.

This little bird just needed

a different way

to face the flurry,

just a slight change

in perspective.

 

And maybe,

just maybe

that’s all we need too.

 

With new understanding

of the wonders

of hope,

I cheer when it reaches

the far tree,

and continues yonder

out of my view.

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