Did You Hear the Hoot?
Did You Hear the Hoot?
Dusk moved into
the day’s sky
lit by the sun.
Darkness came creeping into the brisk
frigid night.
The holy word opened.
A message proclaimed…
‘Prepare the Way.’
John’s ‘wild‘ voice…
Urgency spoken as one
by one they came to
the Baptist
submerging themselves
into the River Jordan.
He saw ‘through’ the
self-proclaimed religious
but did not turn them
away—and he asked
for nothing in return
except—METANOIA!
John called for a new way—
to make the path ordained
straight once more.
Struck by the words…
outside my window
a proclamation was sung…
it ‘sounded’ like the voice
of the ‘one’ crying out
in the wilderness.
Yet, this time
it was two owls
in their oneness
serenading all creation.
The stars now twinkled
with glee.
Holy wonder—
The shoot of Jesse
blossoms in this
winter’s night
through the joyous
‘hoot‘ of feathered friends~~~
Nature and all its
creatures
embrace the mystery.
How is it that we as
humans continue
seeking proof?
Your poem is so meaningful as I look out my window! Doreen
Owls have been all around me for the last day and night.
Hooting in love to you,
S
Beautiful tribute to the wisdom in Nature. Thank you, Sandy for sharing this and all of your creations. Blessings of the season every day. Nancy (kayaking pal)