Saturday, November 3, 2012

My Soul Has Wings

Through the stained glass windows
Of a butterfly's wings,
I can see eternity.

In the erratic flight of a moth
Confused by all the light,
I comprehend more than one road taken.

I have walked through the valley of the shadow of death,
But in the spark of a spirit raven's eye
Have returned to my body.

I have rescued a bright red cardinal
From the jaws of my cat
And felt his delicate feet lift free 
from the palms of my hands.

My soul has wandered,
Paused to explore life in the
tidal pools,
And felt the pull from a great depth of ocean.

But I felt in the air an urgent disturbance of wings
And heeded the strident seagull's call:
"High tide, high tide."