“Four birds on a windowsill, each with a name-
all are mighty yet none are the same.
Love is the first and her song is true
her heart beats wild and her feathers are blue.
Filled with compassion more than the rest,
a memory or touch she never forgets.
Strength is the second and he is most proud-
he soars through high wind and conquers the clouds.
Selfless and bold, he straightens his wings
and as he booms like a trumpet, the world hears him sing.
Joy is the third but greater no less,
her glory-filled heart will bring you to rest.
Her tone may be light but the message is clear,
bringing blind eyes to see and deaf ears to hear.
Faith is the last but greatest of all,
her feathers are white and her body is small.
Her voice is as soft as a man’s dying breath,
yet all those who hear it shall overcome death.”
- callingnightsky, soliloquy
all are mighty yet none are the same.
Love is the first and her song is true
her heart beats wild and her feathers are blue.
Filled with compassion more than the rest,
a memory or touch she never forgets.
Strength is the second and he is most proud-
he soars through high wind and conquers the clouds.
Selfless and bold, he straightens his wings
and as he booms like a trumpet, the world hears him sing.
Joy is the third but greater no less,
her glory-filled heart will bring you to rest.
Her tone may be light but the message is clear,
bringing blind eyes to see and deaf ears to hear.
Faith is the last but greatest of all,
her feathers are white and her body is small.
Her voice is as soft as a man’s dying breath,
yet all those who hear it shall overcome death.”
- callingnightsky, soliloquy
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