Holy Wings

If knowing is being 

and to be,

rests within 

contentments breast

Shall my wings 

cover you then 

and guard against 

All dis-ease 

Surely tears that fall

find rest among lilies

And all suffering

transforms

Into holy web

light blue sun

within all be-ing 

Catalyst among living 

Shall I take your hand?

Shall I remind you of yours?

Will this encounter

turn death into living 

Once more

~ FireBird

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Photo by Daiga Ellaby