CONSERVANCY OF THE PHOENIX INC

 

THE GIFT

I'll lend you a bird for a while, God said, for you to love him, while he lives,
and to mourn when he is dead.

It may be for twelve or fourteen years, or maybe two or three,
But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?

He'll bring his charms to gladden you, and should his stay be
brief, You'll always have his memories, as solace for your grief.

I cannot promise that he will stay, since all from earth return.
But there are lessons taught below, I want this bird to learn.

I've looked the whole world over, in search of teachers true.
And from the folks that crowd life's land, I have chosen you.

Now will you give him all your love, not think the labor was in vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take, my lovely bird again?

For all the joy this bird will bring, you'll risk the grief as well.
Will you shelter him with tenderness, and love his kin as well?

Will you love him while you may, and know the joy will last,
Long after the little bird is gone, the sorrow in your heart will rest.

But should I call him back, much sooner than you've planned,
Please brave the bitter grief that comes, And try to understand.

If by your love you've managed, my wishes to achieve,
In memory of him you've loved, be thankful, do not grieve.

Cherish every moment of your feathered charge, He filled your home with
joy, Let not his passing take from you, those memories to enjoy.

I'll lend you a bird for a while, God said, and teach you all you have
to do.

And when I call him back to heaven, you will know he loved you, too.

- Author Unknown -
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