A poem about a beautiful broken bird trying to soar again as time passes by. A poem for the hopeless, broken, and the bitter. May this poem lift up all spirits! Soli Deo gloria!

Everything has come to pass.

All but sand inside the hourglass.

Flying through troubles and sibylline,

Bittersweetness fixated to her unclenched teeth,

Where savages wished to hunt her, but she remained unreached.

A beautiful dame embroidered with emerald gold,

Stays bonded to His love with no heart sold,

Holds on to the Master's teachings and all she's been told.

At an early age she wandered aimlessly,

Where wolves, bears, and hunters tore her apart shamelessly.

She was a bird with a broken wing,

But now she's a hopeful beauty living with the king.

She seized a metamorphosis through unseen power,

Where galaxies crossed and where she was ready at the final hour.

Now, fleeting joy and praise cannot leave her sight,

For she is no longer a caged bird who has to put up a fight.

Everything has come to pass.

All but sand inside the hourglass,

Where bitterness has become tasteless

And new creatures don't appear faceless.

Where winter becomes spring,

Where everyone worships the king,

And where creatures no longer live in sin.

Each season has its new beginning.

The sun crosses, darkness disintegrates,

and everyone experiences the winning.

For but one,

Everything has come to pass.

All but sand inside the hourglass.