Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser
Where I sat on the crumbling brick wall
the pigeon fell,
gasping its last two breaths in my lap
while our eyes introduced our souls.
When I looked to heavens above,
there was only sky, cobalt blue.
What were the chances?
I know what it is to fall from grace -
That rocket-shot tumble
facilitated by your own dead weight
thundering the surface identity into
a direct collision course with
the very foundation of Life.
The impact is the point.
So many times, I’ve missed it.
Sigh.
It took a poisoned pigeon
to teach me this:
“Rest your weary wings
and unfold your heart
on the way down.”
It’s the only way
to land with Grace.
© 2011-2018/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" and "Wild Life: New and Selected Poems"
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Wow, another awesome one. I keep reading it over and over. I think I like this site. :)
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I can relate to that on so many levels. I wonder if there is a human being anywhere that wouldn't feel the same resonating impact of those words in the center of their being as I feel in mine. Thank you for saying it, making the rest of us feel not-so-alone in our own fall(s).
Bill
Thank you Bill. And thank you for sharing the beauty under a Big Sky. May it source many a grace-filled landing.
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ReplyDeleteIndeed Mickey. The experience with the pigeon happened over a decade ago, but has very much remained a part of my journey. Teachers show up in all forms and circumstances.
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