Peeks Through Clouds

An effort to brighten darkness with gentle humor and loving truth... a desire to discern both love and truth more and more clearly when I gaze toward Glory... and a spirit-name, properly descriptive, unrequested but received, my own.

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Sunday, September 21, 2008

Blackbirds

(painting by Dalya Burton, nearly 3)

Blackbirds have gathered to feast in the fields.
Rising in a wave from the concealing grain
the great flock twists and wheels
as if with one mind
before settling to perfectly-spaced perches
on power lines above.

What secret signal, what inner trumpet
calls them from their business to their rest,
bids them rise
as we will one day rise,
on a thousand little wings?

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