I Will Choose a Bluebird

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

In the so-many-days-of-grey

            Winter

I will choose a bluebird as

my god.

It is not hard to do;

The heart has needs - like being pleased

by the flit-about presence of little-winged spirits

in meadow and wood,

how they can remain so cheery through it all.

I haven’t mastered that.

There’s a good chance, I never will.

Still, sometimes, I’ll give it a go.

But, mostly I’m a creature of seriousness

who wonders on things as a way of

finding the holy in the unspeakable truths.

Does this warrant an apology to my maker?

Maybe,

maybe not:

I have to believe that bluebirds

aren’t quite done

making us human.

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Wonderment: New and Selected Poems"
A work in progress

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