O Bird of Hope. A Sonnet, to Deb Hirt, for Her Deep Love of Birds And Nature
At thirty-nine, she saw the unfolding,
Of the petals of her dreams take shape.
Many a road had she travelled,
And now the kernels of her longing
Was made manifest, in the cradle of her embryo.
Ecstatic, her Heart flew to the firmament,
Kissing the very breath of the Beloved
Who answered her prayers.
She remembered the dare of the flautist,
Patiently chiselling the pine into surrender.
Until it’s charmed flute sung a melody so enchanting,
It became deeply engraved, into the dawn of memory.
O Bird of Hope, Beloved profundity of the Soul,
Do kindle our fire of aspiration, to grant us Peace.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 17th November, 2015.
~ Awakening The Inner Light ~
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