Misguided Intentions

I chanced upon a fallen bird
With newly broken wings
I brought it home, took its pain,
Taught it how to sing.


Convinced to tackle greater feats,
I sought a broken girl
Whose apprehensive loneliness
Had comandeered her world.


As ready as I'd ever been
I peered into her heart
But stumbled on the cracks I found
For it was cold and dark.


She forced me out and turned away,
'Twas "no concern of mine"
But her heavy sigh and defeated voice
Would not let me resign.


Confused and at a loss for words
I bowed my head to pray.
Lord, give me strength and courage
Bless me with wisdom of what to say.


In answer to my plea I saw
An angel among the stars
His halo chipped and crooked,
Golden wings laced with scars.


His voice rang out clear and true
"Don't try to mend her. Start with you."


I hear his words, know they are right,
Know why she fell apart
But instead of putting up a fight,
I'll return to her with an open heart.


I close my eyes, see her face
And know that I was wrong;
She was never a broken bird to fix,
But an angel with a song.