Little Bird of Peace

The little bird of peace
sits on the shoulder
of suffering
and sings softly
in a minor key
While suffering wails
and rages and squalls
at the sky that
wont
come down
though he calls,
from sun to moon,
season to season.

the little bird of peace
sings not into the ear
but with sufferings
unheld heart
like a gentle bow
across vibrating strings