I’ve seen it said that when a cardinal stops by, it’s a visit from someone who has passed on. I don’t know if it’s true or not. It’s nice to think it might be though. So when a cardinal visited my yard this morning I though of that and thinking of that visit wrote this.
The Cardinal
A cardinal in my back yard,
Peers in through window pane.
And I see there, this scarlet bird,
And wonder once again.
They say that when a cardinal,
Is visiting with you.
It’s from a loved one who has passed,
To say they miss you too.
For no one ever truly goes,
While they stay in our heart.
All those we love not even death,
Can ever really part.
The cardinal looks back at me,
And deep inside I hope.
That one of those I’ve loved and lost,
Sent him to help me cope.
So thank you lovely bird of red,
For visiting just now.
‘Cause whether legend ‘s true or not,
It is for me somehow.
Cheers, Winston