Image via Wikipedia
In memories eyes
She wondered why the crow had never taken
Her on the trip she so dearly needed.
The answer now was clear.
“You cannot enjoy the heavenly Throne
If you don’t find heaven here.”
The living in the moment
Is not a great surprise
Just learn to see the Master
In everything before your eyes.”
The following was written in grief from losing Mother.
I wanted to be with her.
Now I know she wants me to be here.
“Flying on my own.”
She watched the crow flying free.
He watched her sitting letting life be.
The crow was busying building a nest
It was, oh, so very tired.
The crow had no time to rest.
The crone was sitting in the parlour
Singing a song to the crow.
She watched its busy movements.
She watched it come and go.
It took the twigs.
It took the string.
It took all it could to survive.
“Oh dear crow
Who flies so high
How you must enjoy your life
You have your hearts desire.
I am weak and old and frail.
I sit here alone by the fire.
How I long to fly beyond the veil.
I have had my loves.
I have had my life.
The memories I have known.
But just for now,
I would like to crawl up on your back
And fly to heaven’s throne.
Dear crow, I would give you a house
To raise your family.
Just do this one little thing for me.
Take me on your shoulders.
Take me to the Master’s feet.
I want my Soul to fly free.”
The crow had no time to hear the song.
The woman cried alone.
When the nest was built
There were the babies to feed.
The crow was exhausted from morning till night.
It never heard the lonely crone.
It never knew it’s plight.
Towards the end of summer
The crone was working in her yard
She shook her fist towards the empty nest.
“Oh dear crow
Who flies so high
How you must enjoy your life
You have your hearts desire.
I am weak and old and frail.
Image via Wikipedia
I sit here alone by the fire.
How I long to fly beyond the veil.
I have had my loves.
I have had my life.
The memories I have known.
But just for now,
I would like to crawl up on your back
And fly to heaven’s throne.
Dear crow, I would give you a house
To raise your family.
Just do this one little thing for me.
Take me on your shoulders.
Take me to the Master’s feet.
I want my Soul to fly free.”
The crow was no longer there to hear the song.
