Waiting…

A tiny bird, scared of her life;
Scared of what is happening to her,
Trying to keep her tired wings
And aching heart steady..

Each spiteful word and each faithless deed
Shakes the twig on which she holds
Oh how she holds, so close to a fall
Her eyes betraying the terror in her heart

He stands below, helplessly looking
Without any right to pick her up
Oh, how he wishes his palms could cover her
If only she trusts him enough …

Each time, a storm rattles the twig

He sends a prayer to the Almighty above

If she has to go through this fall,

Please let her fall to my outstretched arms

I will be the pillar where she could perch

I could be the balm to her aching heart

And when she is ready to soar again high

I will set her free with a silent prayer…

When dreams of flight tires her again

She might realize my love for her

Then the flight back home begins

And my waiting ends….