Blessed be
the little moments of opening
the knowing that the dead sparrow found at the side of the road
or broken-necked by my plate glass window
is being missed by its mate, its children.
On a good day, its image of both brokenness and connection will stay with me more
than five minutes.
Then the fast-paced walk designed for another purpose slows and becomes a prayer.
The perfection of love, this creature of infinite ordinariness.
Photo of this beautiful sparrow used with Christine’s permission for the Poetry Party.
Click on it for the link to the party.
This post is a submission for the Poetry Party on Christine’s Abbey of the Arts, with the prompt: Blessed be.
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Such beautiful words of honoring the simple sparrow, may we all slow ourselves and become a prayer, may we all remember that each creature is loved. Thanks Beth for this tender loveliness.
Funny that we both wrote about slowing and stilling. It is as if we are on a similar journey! ;-) Thank you for your beautiful words.
"The perfection of love, this creature of infinite ordinariness."
I love that line. Beautifully done.
Hi Beth,
I’ve had a hard time "finding" you! I remember we exchanged a couple E-mails months ago when I told you we might come through Bend this spring. Turns out, we’ll be in CA for the Tour of CA and then head S instead. We hope to visit Crater Lake someday but saw that maybe spring isn’t the time to do it (though I wonder if there is as much snow this year – you indicated that you haven’t had the usual snow.) I wanted to also tell you that the park I photographed was Cheesman – not Wash. It snowed a foot in Denver overnight, but now temps are supposed to climb into the 60′s again. I’m in my mountain home in Breckenridge right now, spending the weekend with Grandchildren. I enjoyed your poetry meditation on seeing the blessedness of the ordinary.
Barb