Two Thousand Seven by A. Paige White Look through this window See the fields brown and lifeless Winter has taken it's toll Look through this window Sirens screaming - someone's life has changed a sudden urgent emergency Look through this window The sun shines warmly Pull out a barb you've been stepping on you never knew was there Look through this window The mail still runs God's word still cheers us on Children still fill creation with wondrous delight Soldiers still caress explosives like a midnight lover Mothers still nurse and nurture Look through this window There's still always a mockingbird mocking at the window you're looking through ... until many other songbirds lift their breasts and begin to sing: Let a soon springtime of pure love flood in. We worry not for the morrow nor trouble ourselves in our flighty communication Watch us preen and blink and give a wink fluff our feathers and still we sing 01/01/2007 Author's Note: May your new year be established in felicity. Posted on 01/01/2007 Copyright © 2026 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/01/07 at 04:27 PM Felicity, it is!! There is much to sing about. Posted by Alisa Js on 01/05/07 at 06:57 PM ah yes...great happiness ...what a wonderful way to start any New Year...with the foundation of love and joy... first in the Lord and everything else falls into place...amen! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)