Traveler falters
on the path.
She is wounded.
Her wolf companion
has left her side,
and her hand
is empty
when it moves
to touch his head.
It is a blow,
a hole torn
in the
fabric
of her living.
But, soon,
she hears
a skybird's song.
It mends and weaves
the sore place
in her heart, bids her
resume her journey,
encourages her
from low branches
till she
gets up
and walks again.
She follows
that bird
the whole
day long.
One from my Soul Card Journey of April, 2011, shared with the Tuesday Platform at Real Toads. We can listen for that encouraging bird, as we walk through this dystopian forest of bad news. Perhaps she sees farther down the path, to where the news is better. We live in hope.
Oh, this is so hopeful — the idea of healing and taking flight again is a possibility that we all aspire for. I love how you describe this: "It is a blow,/a hole torn/in the/fabric/of her living".
ReplyDeleteA lovely verse, Sherry! :-)
I love how the scene unfolded to reveal hope. Do need to hold on to hope
ReplyDeleteGetting back up and finishing the marathon...I think we may be on the same page today. Hang in there!
ReplyDeleteI love the words about the birds that cannot fly. We all need hope in this strange angry world. I am glad the traveler found hope. So very glad.
ReplyDeleteI really like Toni's comment ~ and it's true, hope - the idea of a wise bird flying higher, seeing beyond and the larger picture that (hopefully) will come to pass in a much better light. This is a purposefully strengthening idea to carry in one's heart.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Sherry.
Sad, beautiful and full of hope. I love it.
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry this is a glorious poem indeed. I love that quote at the beginning as well!
ReplyDeleteOh Sherry this is wonderfully hopeful and uplifting for the soul!💞
ReplyDeleteThe blessing of a bird to follow... we all need a bit of encouragement in these dark days.
ReplyDeleteHow i sympathise with you and find myself living on the hope that not too much damage is not done before a change occurs. Australia too is going througha phase where the present government are climate change deniers embracing coal fired powerstations despite all contrary advice as well as abuse of forests and seas.
ReplyDeleteDear Sherry you give great hope and see the bright side Thank you
ReplyDeleteLove the proverb, love the skybird and that last line!
ReplyDeleteMy heart sank when I read about the wolf companion and the traveller's hand being empty when it moves to touch his head. The skybird's song is a beautiful metaphor for hope, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI too thank you for your mending hope. My despair of all this wounds so deeply, but it just makes me love the world that much more wildly.
ReplyDeleteTouching and hopeful....a very beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteLittle bird living on HOPE. Love it, Sherry, the animal kingdom doesn't have all the modern medicine at their disposal. The wild ones for sure.
ReplyDeleteIf it weren't for modern medicine I would be dead by now.
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I love this from the deepest, wildest places in my heart.
ReplyDeleteThis was much needed nourishment for the soul. Thank you for sharing this with us.
ReplyDeleteMade me tear up a bit, Sherry
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