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Segnor Bird: A Poem
A lady bird sang to her Creator.
Night and day, inspired on beauty and her Saviour.
She never planned. She didn't fear.
Knowing He was ever near.
A day stepped in when a segnor bird
Flew in who sang as well and good.
His beauty hidden by mottled feathers.
He was from another 'hood.
As he sang the lady bird took note:
I've never heard a perfect echo to my voice.
What lovely sounds we'd make if only
Our songs in praise were merged.
So, coyly she approached the segnor fowl and
Dropped a feather near his cowl.
But, alas, his head was turned and off he went
To eat some unassuming worm.
When segnor bird was sad
On a rainy afternoon,
She felt moved
To sing him a precious tune.
At every branch he perched
She showed herself all preened.
He smiled at her but with his friends
He missed her tender peep.
If we're to be, she pensed,
To the Creator I'll ask in song.
For in heart matters He knows best
Since His He gave for us.
First, I must know,
Do I love this bird or is it fleeting.
Then I must face:
Does he love me or am I a friend's daring.
Harmonious sounds rose from her beak
And tears flowed down her cheeks.
No answer came from Heaven
"So, alone," she thought, "I must proceed."
It took some time for him to find
A friend reflected in her eyes.
They talked and sang and flew way high.
This must be what the Creator wants.
Should the story end here
Smiles would grin from ear to ear,
But an eastern storm approached and settled
Over half-built nests, birds and 'hood.
She had the answer to her feelings
And now his feelings placed her second.
The will of God is firm.
No nest was to be settled.
Squirrels quivered, rabbits scrammed.
Birds flew hither and yonder.
And when all was calm
No segnor bird was heard or seen to sing or wander.
The lady bird did not lose faith.
Her Lord was, is and will be.
But her heart, now torn, could understand
For love to live humility must always lead.
Years have passed.
Two nests were finished.
The segnor bird could not get back.
The lady bird could not forget him.
But they touched a thousand lives
That otherwise would not have heard them.
Their songs forever written and recorded
In the pages of the internet.