Epiphany
I intended a
peregrine--it arrived at Godspeed.
There had been a
dearth of peregrines
you see.
I longed for eagles
and after many years,
they returned to us
in abundance,
dancing on air
streams,
courting in spirals,
nesting in suburbia.
After a dry season
our mountain ash bows
with orange fruit
whereupon flocks of
eager waxwings
gorge on orange berries this cold winter day.
I intended for the
Holy Spirit to descend
in this season of Epiphany
and its fire entered
me and surrounded me
as a haze around
Saturn in
evening sky just
above the horizon line.
It glowed unearthly
bright that night.
On Epiphany, my
wishes and intentions are
for peregrines,
eagles, waxwings
and the little Holy
Child to stay with me
as eagles play in the air streams,
as trees burst with
nurture
and brightness forms our days.
From my Book, Sophia's Lost and Found: Poems of Above and Below
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