Wounded Birds

I bring my broken birds to him
He gazes lovingly at all he sees
He takes them gently in his healing hands
And breathes new hope into them and hearts-ease
He gives them wings to reach the skies
His Wise Woman watches, touches
Speaks a spell or two
Human eyes look out of all my wounded birds

I bring my broken birds to him
His Lady lovingly gives of her grace
He takes their pain and fear and wounds away
She gives them time and touch, a sheltered place
And when they leave they know a change
So strange and yet healing mending
Making them so strong
Song exchanged for tears in all my wounded birds

I scream until I have no voice
My drab and faded feathers fall
I dream sometimes I have a choice
But find each waking
No doors in my wall
Wingless I fly
Silent I call

I bring my broken birds to him
He gazes sadly at my shattered soul
He takes me gently in his warm embrace
And waits for me to ask "Oh make me whole"
And let me soar the painted skies
His Wise Woman sees me frees me
Knows the reasons why
My heart lies here mute another wounded bird