Magic is dangerous. Do not let it catch fire.

God is a miracle worker

and the months go by

When you hold me as I cry, all my thoughts shatter into pieces

Are you lonesome, little bird?
Can't fly away now;
Limping with hurt.
With that broken wing of yours;
So fragile, so weak.
You need someone to lift you up
Oh, little bird.  
Hold you closely, and fix you're hurt.
Fix that wing, you poor cute bird.   Help you fly away again, little bird.

Oh, are you hurt now, little bird?
Lost and alone, in this cruel world.
Chirping on the forest floor; Waiting for that savior.
Oh, I'll come and find you, little bird
I'll pick you up;
My precious bird.  
Finding you out there,
Hold you gently.

I'll help you fly away again, little bird.
Adopt you as mine now,
Without a word.
I'll fly you away now, my little bird.
No more crying, my baby bird.
To other shores of unspoken hurt.
-April4.12

You stop the world.

There's no such thing as a mistake in God's world.