The Robin

The robin came and sat upon a stone,
He looked at me and I felt terribly alone,
My hand I put upon the grave,
Of the two who to life and love me gave.

The robin had eyes so clear and bright,
As to the side it's head it bent,
No sound did it make for it was not afraid,
It simply looked at me and asked me why.

I looked back at it underneath the cold grey Scottish sky,
Feeling the warm heart neath its bright red plume,
I saw more than just a robin that afternoon,
It was like a little messenger from our God.

It looked at me with ease,
As for a second dropped that cold cold breeze,
It came closer yet to me,
As if to ask me do you truly see?

I looked on it with clarity of thought,
As to me a simple message it brought,
Knowing one day I too will lie in that spot,
Beneath my feet within that same plot.

Till then this alone I know,
Walking on with God I will go,
Trusting in His beloved son,
The one who to earth did come.

To save a man like me and to set me free,
To teach me God alone lets you breathe,
And under the green earthen sod,
Lie the souls returned to God.