When it Shows Up

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

When it shows up,

you should go outside and make offerings;

you never know what form a god, or

goddess, will take.

Sometimes it’s a wild thing, but more

likely a cat, or a dog,

once it was a sheep, really,

today, a white pigeon

- not a dove -

that I gave seed in my grandmother’s

cereal bowl, painted by hand with a fruit decor,

by someone who might now be

someone’s angel, or just gone,

I won’t claim to know how these

things work, although I do have

my ideas. As, I’m sure you have your own.

Who has lost their way?

Standing on my door step, I often wonder

which one of us

most longs to be found.

© 2014-2019/Jamie K. Reaser

From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"

Published by Talking Waters Press 

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