Looking up at the black lace of dormancy

Against the brilliant blue


I see You.


Light and shade

Play across your face,

I hear you sing,

And long to join in…

Soft whistles escape my lips…

And I am reminded of a small plaque:

‘The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth,

One is nearer God’s heart in a garden,

Than anywhere else on Earth.’

Branches rattle,

Wings beat

And You swoop low, past my feet…

Perhaps encouraging me to fly.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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