Possess your soul in patience
Own it. Hold your heart the way
you’d hold a live bird–your two hands
laced to latch it in, feeling
its feathery trembling, its fledgling
warmth, its faint anxieties
of protest, its heart stutter
against the palm of one hand, a fidget
in the pull of early light.
Possess it, restless, in
the finger cage of patience. Enfold
this promise with a blue sheen
on its neck, its wings a tremor
of small feathered bones
until morning widens like
a window, and God opens
your fingers and whispers, ‘Fly!’
Wherever your weekend wanderings take you, may you be gentle on yourself and take a few moments to breathe deep. Hold your plans loose enough for others to join the circle. And when you find yourself wanting to hide from the noise, wait for an open window of peace. Stand in it with your eyes closed and linger awhile. If you listen close, you can hear the whisper of redemption.
Happy Saturday Friends!