Tuesday, April 2, 2013

The Unseen Giver--By Isha Wagner--New Zealand

The Unseen Giver

Bread broken in little pieces
Tossed on to green grass
Hiding myself, feasting my eyes
Upon the flocks of birds
As they sweep down to peck
Beautiful wings flutter
On guard for predators
Unaware of the shrouded giver
My sudden movement and they
Soar away, then calm again
And they return
And I wonder if God cares in the same
Way for us, such fearful humans
As we twitch nervously
In the measure of our lives
And we know not the Giver.

Isha Wagner is a New Zealand poet. She has resided in many countries including Iceland, Libya, India, and Australia.  She read some of her work at the VIII International Poetry Festival held in Granada, Nicaragua, in February 2012. She has had three collections of poetry published.


  1. Dear Isha

    A very thoughtful poem to ponder, very nicely done. I enjoyed reading your poetry today. Thank you for sharing your work with all of us.


  2. Thank you, Phyllis Babcock, for the following comment--

    This poem is delightful and makes us think about the Unseen Giver.

  3. Wonderful and insightful analogy.

  4. Very beautiful message within your verse. It was a pleasure to read for you... God bless