[Written for the Sentinel]

Eventide

Weary of trying to soar,Weary of flying and falling,Nestlings are coming once moreHome to the mother-love's calling.

Home where the sore wounded wingMay be healed for the morrow's flight,Home for the uplift to singNew praise for the passing of night.

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit