The Wing Healer

No call above a whisper,
so weakened, little bird;
against all odds of flight,
muffled gasps but bearly heard.

It seemed to her eternity
this struggle to gain the air;
one wing beating the useless wind,
other broken, dangling there.

How long she'd fought the battle,
how hopeless seem'd her plight;
The little bird with broken wing
ne'er again return to flight?

A crystal teardrop dimm'd her eye,
bespake such a tragic turn;
No more to gain the lofty heights
for which her grieving soul did yearn.

Nor would another nest she build
in which her checks could thrive;
broken wings spell helplessness,
what use to be alive?

OH, where is the WING HEALER
her scrambled thoughts become a prayer;
Remembering back so long ago,
such One had once come there.

He brought with Him the miracles,
taught all broken wings to fly;
of a sudden she heard her name,
as if floating from the sky.

His gentle finger caught her teardrop
touch'd her broken wing;
healing warmth began to flow,
mingled teardrops heard they sing.

"Learn the lesson well", Sang they,
"A broken wing is not the end;
When hope weds faith all's possible,
WING HEALER ~ forever friend!