Don't envy the bird
unless you have heard
the price of having wings
Consider the lark
who brightens the dark
with song that wordless rings
The lions that roar
the eagles that soar
resort to blood thirsty flings.
Bear silent your cross
And savor loss
Justly switched for better things.
Each human is faulted,
By goodness exalted,
by regrets that only guilt brings
Gerald Bosacher