"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
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.
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?
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
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
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.
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
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
For all the Macaws, Cockatoos, Amazons and Conures that are stripped of
their vocal cords for screaming; their sensitive beaks cut back to
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
lives from way up above,
feathered bundle of joy and love.
entrusted with a special life to share,
accept because we care.
always come to us free from care,
life has been a bit unfair.
be carrying the weight of a life of loneliness,
they are pluckers, their little bodies a mess.
don't care, for we are entrusted,
care and keeping of one so flustered.
We vow to
be the best mommy or daddy we can be,
feathered children you will see.
people are hateful and cruel,
Some of us
are blessed with God's jewel.
So to you
whom lives to us have been granted,
to nourish to the day we're planted.
give you the love you so richly deserve,
day you die we will lovingly serve.
day you return to the Heavenly Father,
assured our love is no bother.
day comes, though we be eternally sad,
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,
cry mightily, I am not ashamed.
my feathered friend,
always my love send.
Written by: Ron Moran