Poem: The Music of His Heart
Photo Credit: Ümit Yıldırım

He kneels, to hold a lifeless bird,

— so, it seems:

He has hands like a healer,

Touched broken hearts — with a smile,

So, it appears; And when he walks,

The sky, becomes bright;

He paints stars, like diamonds, in the sky;

Oh, so beautifully:

And dry tears, from many, weeping eyes,

“Must I not believe him!”

If he says ‘I am the hope,’

The promise, the music, the love, 

Of his heart!’

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