by: Shirley Satterfield
On Wings of Words
On wings of words
We send our thoughts to heal a soul or
Rend a heart asunder.
So don’t send out crows, Brother
To hurt the heart of another or
Steal another’s thunder.
Send out songbirds instead
So that souls will be fed,
And joy will surely abound
At your songbird’s lovely sound.
On wings of words
We bind the hearts torn asunder
And flash out another’s glorious
Thunder.