Brilliant blur of amber wings
Under the side mirror of my car,
Sent to interrupt a suffering,
As I waited in the park, mind on
Anything but You. Tiny, black
Pearl eyes searching, commanding
Attention. Don't remember if I quit
The treachery I was about to do, or if,
Like a sticky-cheeked kid, I pressed
A little further, but I must make an end;
I knew that moments later, when
My iPod shuffled to a Roger Daltrey tune
About being just a boy, giving it all away,
Followed by him singing "Young Messiah,"
"A man of sorrow, acquainted with grief,
Despised and rejected of men," and then,
A dulce de leche melody from childhood,
"Love You More Than I Can Say," and
Tears cruised my sun-kissed cheeks.
At how You love, in the face of pit bull
Resistance to almost all things good.
Whirring golden feathers, bright yellow
Herald of the renewing; I am
Not who I was; my own
Family won't receive me. Whatever
I can't do today, God saw me do
On a great day in the future
Says your sudden, golden song.
~Originally published in "A Time of Singing" journal