Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Healing Song: a warm poem for a chilly day



 I don't have a picture of a mocking bird, so my little woodpecker will be a stand in. Although, the woodpecker's song is a raucous noise compared to the mocking bird. I was very sad when they changed our state bird from a song bird, the mocking bird, to a bird of prey, the osprey.  The Osprey is a beautiful bird, but the nondescript mocking bird makes magical music that is often ignored.

Healing Song

“That little bird just broke my heart.”
A mournful voice erupts from the car seat
in the silver Equinox.
“What does it mean?” I ask.
No response.

The line rattles in my head
as I jot down a note about the mockingbird
that visited my tree every day for at least
two weeks.
Fourteen days.

If I close my eyes maybe I can see it again
sitting in the same spot, high in the giant oak
in the front corner of the yard,
singing Life and casting melodic prayer to the sky
for the tree once dying
is Now lush
and green.

That little bird just healed my heart.
lbo

Peace.
 Love, Linda



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