A flash of red against the gray,
A cardinal perched, gazing my way,
Eyes locked, as if to say, "I'm here,"
A visit from a loved one, crystal clear.
Their spirit lingers, in this fleeting form,
A messenger from beyond the storm,
A symbol of hope, a love so strong,
A reminder that they're never truly gone.
The cardinal's song, a gentle sigh,
Echoes whispers, "I'm with you, don't cry,"
Their presence fills the empty space,
A love that transcends time and place.
In this brief visit, we're reminded true,
Their love remains, forever shining through,
The cardinal's wings, a fleeting guest,
A loved one saying, "I'm with you, you can rest."
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 9:26 AM UTC
A flash of red against the gray,
A cardinal perched, gazing my way,
Eyes locked, as if to say, "I'm here,"
A visit from a loved one, crystal clear.
Their spirit lingers, in this fleeting form,
A messenger from beyond the storm,
A symbol of hope, a love so strong,
A reminder that they're never truly gone.
The cardinal's song, a gentle sigh,
Echoes whispers, "I'm with you, don't cry,"
Their presence fills the empty space,
A love that transcends time and place.
In this brief visit, we're reminded true,
Their love remains, forever shining through,
The cardinal's wings, a fleeting guest,
A loved one saying, "I'm with you, you can rest."
A poem I wrote as an artist statement for a painting of a Cardinal.
