George Freek… Hymn

 

HYMN (After MEI YAO CHEN)

I hear a blue jay scream
from a nearby tree.
His mate believes
they are hosannas,
thrilled by such a
sweet melody.
Perhaps it resembles
what we call poetry.
I can’t see a breeze,
but I feel it as it
ruffles the leaves.
My wife is dead,
but I feel she’s beside me,
when I return to bed.
I can’t say I know.
I only pray it is so.

 

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