Raven travels the Blue Road
to bring Wild Woman a gift.
You carry a message of trust,
says Raven,
light for the darkness of our times.
There is magic in the void,
creative forces swirling in the cosmos.
Reach up, and grab yourself a fistful of hope.
Scatter the news that all is far from lost,
that for every troubled soul,
there are one thousand more
dreaming only of peace,
of justice.
Continue affirming
that being more, not having more,
is where peace lies.
Raven hopped onto the hood
of Wild Woman's car just yesterday morning.
She gifted him with crumbled biscuit,
and he flew, swift, away,
bread in his beak, and happy.
A gift for a gift.
A small heart-lift from 2014 for earthweal's open link.
A visit from a raven and a magical message - what a blessing. Suzanne - Mapping Uncertainty
ReplyDeleteI am thankful for the hope in your poem. An important message.
ReplyDeleteMaybe she can tell us what the difference between a raven and a writing-desk is! - Gorgamoth.
ReplyDeletea fistful of hope...being more... your positive messages were what I neeed this morning ...thank you, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteAnd what a gift he gave! 'Reach up, and grab yourself a fistful of hope.' - it's what we all need right now. A wonderful poem Sherry!
ReplyDeleteYes! A fistful of hope!
ReplyDeleteWe certainly need hope and need to clutch it tightly to us. This is another wonderful poem Sherry.
DeleteRaven can always be relied upon to call us home.
ReplyDeleteRaven is very wise!
ReplyDeleteContinue affirming
that being more, not having more,
is where peace lies.
Find the peace in being more, not having more - there too we find the hope.
ReplyDeleteThis is Christine from poetry for healing. This is wonderful Sherry. Birds are definitely harbingers. Twice this week I’ve had a little bird come into my house and it is actually spent the night in a bathroom. I was unable to get it out of the house late at night. He came for a reason and I don’t know what yet but I loved your message in this poem.
ReplyDeleteA gift for a gift. The gift of life and hope, intermingles between human and corvid, and all of creation--or it should--and how we need them both. I am sitting watching my flock of local crows take peanuts from a blue enamel cup I have hung on my fence as I write--a gift that never, as the old saw goes, stops giving. Love this.
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