The Bird on Mary's Hands
by Dove
On a sunny, breezy day in the Grotto
I beheld a little bird
That had come in to land
And perched on Mary's hands.
It chirped and sang up to her,
It remained for a few moments,
Then again it took to the air.
To Her, it was carrying my pray'r.
The Bird on Mary's Hands
On a sunny, breezy day in the Grotto
I beheld a little bird
That had come in to land
And perched on Mary's hands.
It chirped and sang up to her
It remained for a few moments,
Then again it took to the air.
I felt as tho, to her, it was carrying my prayer
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Author Notes
A little sparrow that landed on the hands of a statue of the Blessed Virgin inspired this poem.
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