Come Lord, and lift the fallen bird Abandoned on the ground; The soul bereft and longing so To have the lost be found.
The heart that crieslet it but hear Its sweet love answering, Or out of ether one faint note Of living comfort wring.
"Come Lord and Lift" is one of my favorite poems by a contemporary poet. While it's fashionable to say that poetry is a dying art, the reality is that talented, dedicated poets continue to produce superior poems. This one is a breathtaking cry of compassion for a fallen creature, and metaphorically for ourselves.