Nudged by hope
the heart rises
from exhaustion.
It’s like the great blue heron
I saw this morning
flying up from a wasteland
on broad gray wings
with strong, slow beats
for a moment charged
with grace
before—did you
see this, heart?—
it chose to land again,
bringing all its beauty
to the desolate place.
This poem is published in the wonderful ONE ART Poetry Journal
Ahh, see? “Hope _is_ the thing with feathers.” Okay, here, it’s actually the heart that is feathered, bringing its exhausted and grace-filled self to bless desolate place after desolate place. (“What might happen, then? How immeasurable we are. It is only frightening until it becomes freedom.”)
I can not ignore that the heart, “[choses] to land again.” Even though it be exhausted and desolate, itself—nevertheless, it persists.
Very uplifting.
thank you–literally! Those herons literally lifted my heart!!!
Thank you for this poem. This spoke to me particularly as I’m spending much time working with Heron spirit, learning to focus and be patient. I’ve set this aside to read and re-read….
Thank you for this–I, too, have been so drawn to herons. yes, that patience, that focus–
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