CROW WISDOM......
(For Rebecca SaraAnne)
Real poems are made in fire,
born of the Sun,
and the wayward Moon
deep within our eyes.
Our words fly as birds
upon a page.
They remind us of truth
that we are all going home.
So we gather
together
and fear not the weather.
... wind and stormy rain
hidden in the night.
The course is set.
We shall all die.
Our formation flies
always and together
... toward home.
So far away it seems,
yet is here,... right here
within the eye of the Universe.
Be sad?
Yes!
... but know the beauty that awaits us all
who wash themselves
in the miracle of love.
Who climb upon the rocks of life
and cleanse their hair...,
sing their song,
... and Pray.