Follow the Birdsong (repost, edit)

 

Somewhere a bird stumbles 

out of its

fragile night,

wet with promise,

stunned by life

 

and one day it will

sing the daydream-colored

song it learned in heaven,

 

something about

unquestioning love

and creation: 

 

so much glitter,

diamond waves,

 

weightless on the

tips of reborn oaks 

as if green needed 

more melodies,

 

and I chase the starry flutes,

rise and fall with 

miraculous wings

 

and step out of 

ideas such as limits

and moments with

a beginning and end. 

 

So easy.

 

One thin shell between fear

and understanding.

An infinity right now and for

now, nothing hidden.

 

With that hawk rewriting

a simple sky and a crowd

of music all over 

free-flowing blue,

 

I stumble out of my fragile night

and remember a song

of creation.

 

 

Patricia Joan Jones 

 

 

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And THIS is church all

And THIS is church all wrapped up in a beautiful poetic alchemy. 

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Thank you so much for that

Thank you so much for that beautiful, encouraging feedback. 

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Amazing how much poetic value

Amazing how much poetic value you can deploy from the simple metaphor of a bird.  Yours is a most classic talent---so much meaning expressed in such few words.


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Thank you for that awesome

Thank you for that awesome feedback. I couldn't ask for a more encouraging comment. 

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Sorry I missed replying to

Sorry I missed replying to this---in my condition, I am not very efficient in keeping track of replies.  But I did not mean to be rude or disrespectful. 


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You're always an

You're always an encouragement and an uplifting presence here. Again, thank you. 

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Thank you for not holding my

Thank you for not holding my unintentional delays against me.


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