I intended a peregrine--it arrived at Godspeed.
There had been a dearth of peregrines
I longed for eagles
and after many years, they returned to us
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