Blue Heron

HOW CAN WE BE BLUE WITH SUCH A BIRD?

House of Heart

There is a bird the color of a rainbow.

When he grieves his song pervades the caves of forgotten dreams.

His laughter is a river that sings like children,

it flows through stone to soothe the hearts of angels.

His tongue drips with the honey of desert flowers.

Wading wide shores of light, when we are thirsty

we sip dew from feathers painted in his colors.

When adventure calls we lift our wings and fly away.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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