An Orison

Oh my little birdie, fly high
High into that limitless sky
To well deliver my little plea
To the Above One, you see?
Who has turned a deaf ear
To our muddles, seem mere
Pray him, to heal the world
Of all that is to be transformed
Burning wrath to be effaced
Cold hostility to warm embrace

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This post was written in response to What do you see #49. I thank Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write a poem or a prose on the picture provided.

Thank you!

©Aashi D Parekh