Chasing the Spirit-A poem by Jim hawks

Chasing the Spirit I hear calling and run to the door but there is no one there I hear beautiful singing but when I try to understand the words The song disappears I feel breezes blowing through me but I can’t hold on to them I see faces in the clouds but when I try...

Broken Wing- A poem by Jim Hawks

I found a bird with a broken wing A beautiful golden bird I took it home fed it and held it As the wing mended I built a handsome cage for my new friend And placed it in the cage Everyday the golden bird sang to me And all was well One day I came home the bird was not...