Frailty Of All Creatures
When I was a young driver,
Fresh behind the wheel,
I saw a bird fly beneath a driver’s car
Ahead of me.
Her wings were broken
And her body badly damaged.
She flapped without hope
On the hot July street.
When I approached her,
I ran her over;
I cannot be sure
Accidentally or purposely.
I began to cry
And pray to St. Francis,
Poor little bird!
But I thought,
Does God see
The lonely pain of a bird
And the frailty of all creatures?
At that moment,
I became resolved
Every poem I wrote
Would be a prayer
For compassion.
So now, even if I write
About a gorgeous sunset
Or the enchantment of a woman’s eyes,
It really is a prayer for love and mercy
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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