The stone angel stands, her hands in prayer, over the bird nest I found on a recent morning walk. Empty the nest now sits at her feet in my earth garden.
Empty, the nest reminds me every moment something's born into this world, a soul, a thought, a touch, breath, forgiveness.
Empty, the nest reminds me every moment something parts as well, a soul, a thought, a touch, breath, forgiveness.
Forgiveness? Oh, I hope not, yet it is possible even now in some corner of the world or not that far away forgiveness is being withdrawn prompted by fear and uncertainty.
Emptiness, a product of parting, prerequisite for birth.
What is waiting to be born in this nest that is Earth?
-Dawn, the Good News Muse 10 Sept. 2011
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1 comment:
Lovely, Dawn.... thanks for sharing.
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