She Fell from The Stars

Jun 26

she fell
from the stars
without a sound,

into a cradle of pungent moss
in the belly of the forest...

the great horned owl
witnessed,

the lucent moon gazed
upon this new and tender child
with quiet wonder
and hope...

she fed on the
symphony of
primordial sights
and sounds
around her,

she spoke in a feathered language,
layered with a revelatory vision
that kept Hildegard
awake at night...

her purpose clear,
tethered by
the silver strands of
her grandmother’s hair,

that shimmered like
silk-spun platinum
in the morning sun;

infused with

indigenous stories,
and secrets
and healing;

carried by the winds,

and woven
into the warm cocoon
warbler’s nest...

and through it all
she paused
frequently,

attuning herself
to the song
that travels
between worlds....

finch
seraph
brilliant oriole
jet black crow
winged extra terrestrial…

and now she sees
a thousand brilliant sparrows
dive into the crust of the earth,

weaving
threads of compassion
deep into the core;

harkening
the great and holy mending...

birds
are
visible
prayers;

singing us,
weaving us
home,

with our own
forgotten song
of indigenous belonging...

My Beloved Son