It happened as he described. This now wise, aged old bird. A song from his youth. A song sung many times over a long life.
Rainy Saturday morning
With sun shining bright
I came winging in
With no place to alight
I felt the wind, and free
Like a songbird in flight
Tree tops below, raindrops above
Sunshine aglow, midnight so right
Iliad’s rosey fingered dawn
Shifted attending scene of highlight
Drawing my eyes from their target
Rhapsodizing with shimmering moonlight
Impetuous scene, mesmerizing scent
Dazzlingly dangerous to be occupied
With anything but focus of focused intent,
To survive with fullness of unmangled life
Fear was new, fear was near
Neither above nor below
She was in my breast beating severe
In my wingtips striving for control
Grasping talons strain to touch target’s surface
Rounded surface slippery surface greedy surface
Not willing to surrender any surface
Most willing to cause my demise surface
I pull my wings gather air, not too much
I dip then slip just for some touch
One talon snag then the rest
Life saving landing because I’m the best
I sing to the morning my evening glow
To the world above to the world below
I sing of my greatest life thrill conquest
Survival victory first life flight contest
In my song I sing this story, the other song of His glory
In my fear I felt His breath in my wings to fill and lift
In panic I felt His touch so sure, my talon to secure sure haven
My heart I know, will always know His eye is on the sparrow.
My song I sing, long have sung my Creator’s life touch, my Savior.
- G.W.
- “But as for me, my feet almost slipped; I had nearly lost my foothold.” Psalm 73:2
- Luke 12:6 Matt. 10:29-31
