Robin

The robin rested, looking back At me, while I looked out. For there I stood, all dressed in black, No hope and full of doubt... Just like a statue, so forlorn, No focus at that time... Weak as the day that I was born With one huge hill to climb... My loneliness was hard to bear, No friends, no family... No sweetheart stood with me to share The loss, the tragedy... The robin sang despite the cold And greyness of the day... As if with faith as good as gold, He soothed the pain away... That tiny creature brought me hope No heavenly choir could sing... As if to help my heart to cope, It waved with just one wing... As if it knew life wasn't fair, Yet God grants faith anew... Today, by faith, I can declare, Merry Christmas to you... Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010. The poem is based on the magnificent Xmas card sketch by artist Stephen Gayford called 'Robin'. More Stephen Gayford poems here: denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com