Destiny

 

DESTINY 

 

I swallowed a stone of song that bruised all tenderness in me

Before it found its place at center deep, a gravity that will not sleep.

Once clamoring now calm it never will not draw me down.

 

Wild bird Lady Jade stumbled through the wasteland of late April earth

One leg broken, healed into a peg, her song murmured of her loss too steep

To make her way, despite her green jeweled head and her deep onyx eyes. 

 

I danced my grief beneath the moon that night towards a dream of God

A liturgy forever known but never fully ours to keep

Until our covering is thin, and we feel our feet unshod. 

 

I cried out through that dormer window in--of all places in this world,

Le Center town—where humming bird-sounds dim the murmurs

And the shadow which is all we’ve ever known of God reveals itself as wings unfurled. 

 

I heard the paper crushing in my hand as I wrote this down

I felt the flame of human destiny, to show God ‘s being in unknowing deep

The flash of wings, the phoenix rising brilliant through the dark fire of our wounded world. 

 

Christin Lore Weber, 5/11-26/2023