Wednesday, March 20, 2013
Before the Dark Call
Dare I raise my young, taut head
when winter still slinks round, pounce-ready—sneaky like that?
There is sun and wind and water and will,
and my face yearns to breathe it all in.
Dare I expose my defenseless self
when life is short-lived, petals weary—fragile like that?
There is wood and sap and strength and stretch,
and I can’t help but drink it in before the dark call—
the long fall that cuts my splendor short.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Fingering Eternity
Fingering the heavens,
fingering the eternal,
reaching,
reaching for the knowing part of this God-friendship,
needing not just instruction, but communion,
needing not just a job description, but a guiding
with your eye upon me.
Presence—intelligible.
Presence—concrete.
And never alone: I would be
friend of, collaborator with,
fingering eternity now.
Small but Mighty
This Rufous Hummingbird has lungs! For the longest time, I couldn’t see what bird was making such a loud chirp. It was not one of my regular visitors; at least, I didn’t think so. The loud one-at-a-time cheep was loud and obviously meant to warn.
One day last week, when hubby was hanging clothes (and yes he does laundry!), he was standing 2 feet from the feeeder when this little guy cut loose! So the mystery is solved. Talent scouts should be arriving soon.
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