Landed
Landed
A solitary bird
flew for unprecedented miles
before settling in a tall
pine in a vast forest.
Its wings were heavy
dampened by winds
that carried the dove
and at the same time
urged it to rest.
A soft cue
split its beak
and it listened as
the echo carried
on, and on, and on…
Now, safely tucked
in the branches
the feathered creature
closed its eyes
burrowing itself
in unrestrained
STILLNESS.
When it woke
the tender being asked
itself, “Did I really
have to travel this far
to understand this moment?”
“Could I not have landed
anywhere—close-by to
where I set out
to find a place such as this?”
For a long time
the bird rested in these
thoughts—
then one day
it softly rustled its
feathers
stretching them into the
wind…
needing no answers
it spread its wings
and took off in
flight
ALL directions
pointing the WAY.
What a beautiful picture and poem from your sweet heart
One ‘sweet’ heart recognizes another;)