When I was a young driver, <br />Fresh behind the wheel, <br />I saw a bird fly beneath a driver’s car <br />Ahead of me. <br /> <br />Her wings were broken <br />And her body badly damaged. <br />She flapped without hope <br />On the hot July street. <br /> <br />When I approached her, <br />I ran her over; <br />I cannot be sure <br />Accidentally or purposely. <br /> <br />I began to cry <br />And pray to St. Francis, <br />Poor little bird! <br /> <br />But I thought, <br />Does God see <br />The lonely pain of a bird <br />And the frailty of all creatures? <br /> <br />At that moment, <br />I became resolved <br />Every poem I wrote <br />Would be a prayer <br />For compassion. <br /> <br />So now, even if I write <br />About a gorgeous sunset <br />Or the enchantment of a woman’s eyes, <br />It really is a prayer for love and mercy<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frailty-of-all-creatures/
