He became a tree and his arms were branches where birds would settle and sing And their songs were of the fragrances of heaven and their music was the taste of the banquet that is shared throughoutall eternity. Inspired by an episode from The Little Flowers of St. Francs of … Continue reading Their Songs Were Of The Fragrances of Heaven
I caught that day In his hovering over ~ Of the stillness lake And my heart stirred ~ Simply for that bird In flight ~ As if suddenly I had joined ~ His light Motion and unceasing ~ Trembling of the steady air All captured ~ In moments Of enraptured stare. ~ Inspired by personal … Continue reading Trembling of the Steady Air
The news Is that this morning ~ A robin Was singing ~ Outside In the cold ~ And in the darkness And it was beautiful. ~
I am not yet born I haven’t had ~ A single thought My eyes ~ Stare at darkness And know nothing ~ About the sky That’s waiting ~ Or the millions Of birds in the trees ~ I do not even know That my soul has wings. ~ I have recently discovered the poetry of … Continue reading My Soul Has Wings
. A mistle thrush Was singing . As if all the world Were ringing . With the hopes Of every soul . The year Was at its ending . But the light was growing Mending . Darkness Which could never wrestle . Ultimate Control. .
I recently stayed in a house where house martins had nested under the eaves, right by my window. The parent birds repeatedly flew in to their young with food, showing such dedicated love, and inspired this poem. ~ The house martins Teach me ~ That love Will keep on loving ~ Speedily Abundantly Unendingly. ~
~ A glory of swans On the River Severn ~ As if heaven Could be found here ~ In this place On earth ~ As if this moment Was pre-ordained ~ From before All birth. ~
~ The loveliness Of an encounter ~ With a stonechat Whose song's ~ As rough as the rocks As wild ~ As the bracken Where he perches ~ And endures Through all our nature's shocks. ~
~ I hear birdsong On the morning ~ Of a June day Knowing my way ~ Is among Such beauty ~ Forever And today. ~ The Wrekin at dawn, Shropshire, March 2021
. The fascinating Movement . Of birds And leaves . Against An endless sky . And we believe That we arise . And ponder Why? .