MAGIC
There
was a rainbow circled
around the sun this morning.
Calling me out to see it
you shared with me the sky
and your always inquisitive, luminous spirit
filled me again.
You walk in the dawn.
Songbirds greet your day.
The hummingbirds are fed.
Catbirds dance and sing with you.
Still, sometimes you’ll wonder
if anyone really loves you.
“What mysteries are held
by the Winter moons?
What love is held
in the night?
Two of us singing in harmony,
balanced like beadwork,
balanced like two wings
of a bird.”
How can I,
such a wanderer,
be reconciled to the gift
of you welcoming me
into your little nest,
into your sparkling circle of discovery
whose magic still welcomes you
from every sacred direction.
around the sun this morning.
Calling me out to see it
you shared with me the sky
and your always inquisitive, luminous spirit
filled me again.
You walk in the dawn.
Songbirds greet your day.
The hummingbirds are fed.
Catbirds dance and sing with you.
Still, sometimes you’ll wonder
if anyone really loves you.
“What mysteries are held
by the Winter moons?
What love is held
in the night?
Two of us singing in harmony,
balanced like beadwork,
balanced like two wings
of a bird.”
How can I,
such a wanderer,
be reconciled to the gift
of you welcoming me
into your little nest,
into your sparkling circle of discovery
whose magic still welcomes you
from every sacred direction.
Crow
Suncloud 11-13-09
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