Killing Mockingbirds
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By Walter Ferguson
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Killing Mockingbirds
Nine mockingbirds were singing with joy
Making beautiful music in praise of God. In their community They showed God's grace Through helpful works to improve the world. Among them in the church that Sunday Was a young blue jay unknown to them, That joined in the worship. They shared Christ's Gospel, Obeying Him in sharing His truth and love. So, the blue jay came to church that Wednesday night, And for an hour, he was beside the preacher Hearing of God's love for him, Singing their songs with them Listening to the preaching of God's Word with them. The mockingbirds prayed for him and cared about him. Though he was a different kind of bird from them, They wanted him to be there Because the same God that Created the mocking bird also created the blue jay. But the blue jay was not there to worship God. He was not touched by the mockingbirds' love Or their singing, being full of hate. He went to the church that night For the express purpose of killing mockingbirds. Copyright 2015, by Walter E. Ferguson III. All rights reserved.
© Walter E. Ferguson III, 16 days ago
Written 6-21-2015.
“Atticus said to Jem one day, "I’d rather you shot at tin cans in the backyard, but I know you’ll go after birds. Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit ‘em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird." That was the only time I ever heard Atticus say it was a sin to do something, and I asked Miss Maudie about it. "Your father’s right," she said. "Mockingbirds don’t do one thing except make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corn cribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.” ― Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
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Submitted: Sunday, July 12, 2015
Last Updated: Friday, February 5, 2016
About the Poet
In my 60s, I was born again in 1972. I have been writing poetry for over 50 years. I live in Florida.
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