Somedays we are so focused on our reverie,

we fail to see the shadows that are right over our heads!

I stand

in a field of green looking up at a sky of blue –

thrilled by the sight of You

and then there are two

beautiful hawks soaring on the thermals –

coming closer and closer

until they are right over my head!

amazed and dazzled by their power i stand frozen in awe –

when something tugs at my heart, for just a second

out of the corner of my eye,

there in the grass is the small One.

She is chewing a bone.

In one swift motion i dive

scooping Her up into my aproned arm.

The feathered ones recede into the treeline.

and the shadows do too.

So the questions are these:

was it the bone that caught their eye – or the promise of fresher flesh?

and how often have i been dazzled by power and show

instead of by humble acts of salvation

and love?