"I'll lend you, for a little while, a bird of mine," He said.
"For you to love while he lives, and mourn when he is dead.

It may be six or seven years, or maybe twenty-three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and shall his stay be brief,
You'll have his lovely memories as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise he will stay, as all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there I want this bird to learn.

I've looked the whole world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you.

Now will you give him all your love - not think this labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call, to take him back again.

I fancied that I heard them say, 'Dear Lord, thy will be done.'
For all the joy this bird shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run.

We'll shower him with tenderness and love while we may,
And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay.

And should the angels call for him much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand."

If, by your love, you've managed, my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him you've loved; be thankful; do not grieve.

Cherish every moment of your feathered charge.
He filled your home with songs of joy the time he was alive.
Let not his passing take from you those memories to enjoy.

"I will lend to you, a Bird", God said, and teach you all you have to do.
And when I call him back to heaven, you will know he loved you too.

~Author unknown


Now that I'm home, bathed, settled and fed,
All nicely tucked in my warm new bed.

I'd like to open my baggage
Lest I forget,
There is so much to carry -
So much to regret.

Hmm...Yes there it is, right on the top
Let's unpack Loneliness, heartache and Loss,
And there by my perch hides Fear and Shame.

As I look on these things I tried so hard to leave -
I still have to unpack my baggage called Pain.

I loved them, the others, the ones who left me,
But I wasn't good enough - for they didn't want me.

Will you add to my baggage?
Will you help me unpack?

Or will you just look at my things -
And take me right back?

Do you have the time to help me unpack?

~Author unknown

A Tear Fell

As I sat alone and listened to the family down the hall,
They were laughing and so happy and missed me not at all.
I heard someone remark, what a beautiful dog they had,
"Oh yes, he is a treasure, and he is never, never bad."

"Is he the only pet you have?" and the reply I clearly heard,
"Oh no, there is the cat and a hamster, and a stupid bird."

"Oh," the voice was heard to say, "and where might be your bird?"
"He's kept away from all of us so his screaming can't be heard.
He's just a pest and sits all day and he can't cuddle in your lap,
Birds are not affectionate you know, they just sit and take a nap."

"Or else they scream and make a mess, I just wish that he would go,
We have never really liked him, he was a gift from my Mom, you know.
She looks in on him when she comes around or else we would turn him out,
He's such a stupid bird you know, all we ever hear him do, is to shout."

Down the hall in a little cage, huddled close to the dish of seeds,
A tear slid down from a little eye, there was no one to know his needs.

But Someone had a different plan, for his pain and distress was heard,
Next morning when his seed was brought and he was left without a word,
The little one realized at once, his cage door had been left open wide,
He flew down the hall and across a room and suddenly he was outside.

He flew for what seemed like miles until he finally had to land,
He circled around and dropped down below and lit upon a hand.

She smiled at him and said, "Hello" and her voice was soft and kind,
No one had ever been nice to him and he never believed he would find,
A person to love him or someone to care, having a heart brimming with love,
But she gently took him inside with her and told him he'd, "come from above"
To fill her heart with joy again for her baby had just been taken away,
Across the Bridge to wait for her there just as he had come to stay.

She called him Hope, for he gave back her life and caused her heart to sing,
This miracle come to fill her life with joy, a miracle on feathered wing.

As he went to sleep that very night in a beautiful cage by her bed,
A tear fell down a feathered cheek as he heard what she whispered and said,
"Goodnight little Hope, wake me in the morning." And he gave her a feathered grin,
No more sadness and loneliness for them, their new life was about to begin.

Written by: Juanita

I Only Wanted You

They say memories are golden
well maybe that is true.
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.

A million times I needed you,
a million times I cried.
If love alone could have saved you
you never would have died.

In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still.
In my heart you hold a place
no one could ever fill.

If tears could build a stairway
and heartache make a lane,
I'd walk the path to heaven
and bring you back again.

Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one,
the chain will link again.

~Author unknown

A Parrots Prayer

For all the wild caught Parrots so savagely netted and swept away from their families while their babies, dumped into burlap sacks, cried out in TERROR!

For all the exotic birds that witnessed the destruction of all the blessed trees and fled in fear from man's thirst to dominate, stripping the land of all it's inhabitants, leaving nothing but bare ground behind.

For all the parrots that struggled through the capture, but died merciless in transport from the stress of overcrowded, barbaric, confinements and inconceivable horror. For all the survivors that made it into captivity but exist in a nightmare of confinement, unable to use their God given wings of flight as they once remembered.

For all the baby birds bred in captivity whose crops burned or have died needlessly from harshness of human hands. For all captive birds that have been erased from their owners consciousness and are abandoned to a lifeless existence with only a distant memory of what it was like to hear a gentle voice from someone that used to care.

For all those helpless creatures who don't now what it's like to live life as a bird or even to feel the breeze or sunlight but are doomed to darkness in closets or garages, trapped inside covered cages or shackled. For all the Macaws, Cockatoos, Amazons and Conures that are stripped of their vocal cords for screaming; their sensitive beaks cut back to prevent biting.

For all birds that end up for sale in pet shops or breeders like used merchandise, unwanted and frightened in strange surroundings with nothing more than the familiar sight of bars on a cage. For all the neglected birds that are sick with infections from filthy conditions and malnourishment that may never recover and know what it WAS like to feel healthy and be playful. For all the misconceived parrots who were beaten, stabbed, blinded and burned for just being a parrot. For every African Grey, Cockatoo and Macaw that punishes itself from confinement and boredom by maiming their bodies and plucking their feathers and for those who have lost all spirit of life and sway their head low from side to side slowly into insanity!!!

Precious Lord, we ask you to look upon all of your magnificent feathered creations and protect them from evil and harm caused by man. Lord, bring forth an AWAKENING in our hearts and make it a kinder, gentler world for all captive birds. Thank you in Jesus' Name.... AMEN

Written By: Sally Brooks

Our Feathered Friends

Into our lives from way up above,
Steal a feathered bundle of joy and love.

We are entrusted with a special life to share,
We gladly accept because we care.

They don't always come to us free from care,
Sometimes life has been a bit unfair.

They might be carrying the weight of a life of loneliness,
Or perhaps they are pluckers, their little bodies a mess.

But we don't care, for we are entrusted,
With the care and keeping of one so flustered.

We vow to be the best mommy or daddy we can be,
Oh sweet feathered children you will see.

Not all people are hateful and cruel,
Some of us are blessed with God's jewel.

So to you whom lives to us have been granted,
We promise to nourish to the day we're planted.

We will give you the love you so richly deserve,
Until the day you die we will lovingly serve.

Until the day you return to the Heavenly Father,
Rest assured our love is no bother.

When that day comes, though we be eternally sad,
Your loving sweet memory will erase all the bad.

The way you smelled or the way you held your head,
Or the way your soul brightened when your name was said.

We are all blessed because into our life you came,
Though I cry mightily, I am not ashamed.

Thank you my feathered friend,
To you always my love send.

  Written by: Ron Moran

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