THE BLUE HERON

A poem

BLUE HERON

The Blue Heron stands still

Hungry for the silver, iridescent minnows

Swimming around the mossy stones

She dives into the green placid pond

Splash!

Birds like messengers

Sing liberation

Melodies for us all to enjoy

Each one’s unique song

Like a celebratory morning prayer

A meditation on being

Sometimes though the call is mournful

A chick has fallen too soon from the nest

She gathers her other tiny fledglings

Feeds them from the day’s hunt

Their open mouths eager to swallow

The world

humans gather around the war flag

Refugees walk miles on unpaved roads

Sometimes weeping

Sometimes singing

Always listening to the

Messengers of home

of peace

And When morning comes

That break of day

That moment when the light emerges again

We all weave the darkness

into harmony

dance

And Birds like alchemical messengers

Break open our hearts.