Somedays we are so focused on our reverie,
we fail to see the shadows that are right over our heads!
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