By Pavel Chichikov
Little one, young emerald
No gem like you can fly
Or show so many facets of its sides
And by the black straw of your beak
And by the humming wings that speak
You are not more precise than comely
But even this perfection frays –
We hope for that which does not cease
Nor fail to thrive –
God's weightless, perfect peace
Endless and as much alive
(Click here to read Pavel Chichikov's amazing Christian epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)
