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From the morning light it flew
eyes the hue of fire's embers
beak the color of twilight dew White against the darkening storm
with wings like opals 'neath a flame
the crow soared in with the dawn Out past the sandy beaches pale
where the sea churned and swelled,
all life in the air and the water fled
from under the quickening gale Those along the shore battened down
as night bid the dusk adieu
and behind the glowing windows,
there was silence in the towns When it arrived in quaking fury
loved ones clinging were torn away
Hearts filled with dread and worry,
many decided they could not stay Come the morning, amid the chaos
the crow flew o'er the turgid land
as dull daylight revealed the loss
a young dog looked for its owner
and a babe for her mother's hand Alighting atop a leafless tree
the crow silently looked on
at all that was swallowed by the sea
so much of life... now was gone But precious gifts were to be given
the strength of a faith that runs deep
for spiritual hope that is driven
will comfort those whose souls weep The milk of human kindness,
the white heart of human love
will free the shock-ridden blindness
bring peace on the wing of a dove In the wake of the storm were left
throngs of people without a home
Of loved ones and land bereft
they were--but never, ever alone! For the gifts that had been bestowed
those of peace, faith, hope, and love
were borne in the form of a white crow
and the gentle-natured dove Into the morning light they flew
eyes the hue of fire's embers
beaks the color of twilight dew ~***~ Copyright Kathy Pippig Harris Kathy lives in California's San Joaquin Valley with her husband and furry family. She is a weekly columnist for the publication "Frank Talk" and a published author of five novels. She states, "Were it not for her need, desire, and love of writing -- she would surely go mad!"
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