Bird at a Stoplight


I pull up to the stoplight
and stop.

The sky is gray,
and it’s a windy day.

I’m waiting to turn

when she appears—
a bird with a bright, yellow breast

and black wings, fluttering,
suspended in mid-air before me

astonishing and beautiful,
wild and wondrous!

If I could call your name,
I would call your name.

Tiny angel, worthy messenger,
bright spark of heaven

who comes down to earth
to bless my heart through my eyes—

I will remember you
and your light

shining through shadow,
shining with the promise of God.

Jane Beal
near Cherry Creek Community Church * 5.12.12


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