Raven travelled the Sky Highway
to bring Wild Woman a gift.
"Here is a shiny key," she croaked
in her gravelly voice.
"Though I love its shine,
I have been told it is not mine."
"What doorway will it fit?"
I asked, rather afraid of the answer.
"The door of your heart," she replied,
"which you must keep open,
if you are to do any good at all.
Scatter the news that all is far from lost.
Grab a fistful of hope; creative forces
are swirling in the cosmos.
They are coming to help you."
"That is good news, kind Raven,"
offering her crumbled biscuit
on my open hand.
She flew swift away,
bread in her beak, and happy.
A gift for a gift.
An oldie, shared with the good folk at earthweal's open link. May your weekend hold gifts, too.