Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
I find myself wondering if it’s just not being heard.
These things happen every day.
Recently, for me, it’s come in the form
of a little red screech owl:
In the afternoon, when the
sun gives just enough warmth to
mask November’s chill,
having hiked to the mountain top
…like a parishioner standing
below a pulpit, looking upward
for something that I don’t yet know
how to fully believe in,
And he sits there snugged in the three-quarter hollow,
eyes closed, feathers fluffed,
some lifting and twisting at the edges
when the wind’s fingers pass by,
others rising and falling…
“Did you see it just happen now?”
…when he breathes.
And that’s it.
That’s the invitation.
That’s the response.
That’s our ceremony.
To fail to show up and participate
would be to deny that persistent voice
that is constantly asking me,
“Did you see that miracle?”
© 2013/Jamie K. Reaser