WIDE BLACK WINGS
The wide black wings
Of the crow returning
To the tall hickory being rocked
By the winter wind caught my eye
In this land of the Arctic vortex.
There have been four or five nor’easters
Here, with thunder snow
And a couple of them classified as blizzards
With more to come again this weekend
And the subzero temps
To go on for another week after that…
Tonight another unfurling
Of the flurries that band together
Burying villages and hopes
In the frigid air forcing
Us inward to come to terms
With who we are and how we got here
And what is the way forward
As we enter the Lenten season.
Spring sounds like a dream,
An impossible phantom of hope,
And yet the crows have returned.
Have they more faith than we
Who have experienced the knowledge
That snow and cold kills?
But there is something stirring
Deep inside of us…
It’s not a hope so much
As something alive within us
That is Life itself.
There is a knowledge,
I think, that we have long forgotten.
It comes on dark wings
But full of joy
As the world becomes new again
In the power of our Almighty GOD,
The power of the LIVING GOD.
– Merrill Ann Gonzales 2-16-15 The last few days of Epiphany (posted with permission from the author)