Broken,
I laid it in His hands.
My fingers trembled
under the weight
that was light as ashes
and insubstantial as dust.
There was no movement
no breath
no heartbeat
to stir the dull feathers.
Something that had once
sparkled in sunlight
lay dull and matte.
Something that had once
voiced vibrant song
lay crushed and silent.
He held it gently.
Put His arm around
my heaving shoulders.
We sat there
a long, long time.
Together.
Broken dreams
broken wings
broken voice
broken heart.
“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted
And saves those who are crushed in spirit.”
~ Psalm 34:18