Posts Tagged ‘seagull’

Seagull and Silhouette

Seagull&Silhouette

“The Seagull Gives her Life” by Jane Beal

She has flown far from shore,
but the sea is still calling her.

She sees the men in the water and
smells the wreckage of a B-17 bomber.

She smells their flesh, burning in the sun
that shines hot over the water, the human sweat

evaporating into the air –
the hunger.

These men are going to die
if I do not give them my life. 

So this is why I was brought here,
listening to the siren-song of the sea – 

so far from shore,
so far from home. 

She glides down to one man in a raft,
and gently lands on the hat covering

his dreaming face, and as he moves
his feeble hand toward her, and she feels

her death in his out-stretched fingers,
she does not try to fly away.

II.

Moments later, her spirit hovers above them,
watching them eat her flesh

and then, after a while, using her intestines
as bait to catch fish and eat them, too.

III.

Years later, flying free in heaven, she looks down
on Captain Eddie Rickenbacker

as he strolls to the pier with a shrimp-bucket
and feeds delicacies to swooping seagulls –

her daughters, her sons, her granddaughters
and grandsons, her great-granddaughters

and great-grandsons, who are thankful to Eddie
just as Eddie is thankful to her.

IV.

At the turn of the twenty-first century,
she hears the whisper of her story

written in books, preached from pulpits,
and told by a tired man to his little sister,

who opens her eyes in wonder
and immediately sees the sacrifice

was like the God-Man’s, who came down
to die, and so to save the whole, suffering world.

Jane Beal
from Uncaged (in progress)

seagull

The Seagull Who Saved Eddie

screen-shot-2017-01-19-at-3-25-46-pm

from The Eye of the Storm by Max Lucado

Read more:

http://www.historynet.com/eddie-rickenbacker-and-six-other-people-survive-a-b-17-crash-and-three-weeks-lost-in-the-pacific-ocean.htm

“Seagull” by Jane Beal

seagull

SEAGULL

I saw a seagull

settle on the ground nearby –

still waiting for you

jb

11/28
Vallejo

“Seeing Things” by Jane Beal

I see things
no one else sees:

seven seagulls swooping in a circle
over a city street –
the silhouette of rock dove landing on a rooftop
outlined on a plaster wall by the morning sunlight –
a truly tiny hummingbird holding still
in a pomelo tree under a canopy of green leaves.

I hear things
no one else hears:

like the sound of an unknown bird,
startled and crying, when my dog
dashes beyond the fence, searching,
and I can’t explain this moment
any more than I can stop myself from crying
for every man killed in Orlando last week.

Illuminate the eyes of my heart, O God,
and open the ears of my spirit.

jb

7/19
Father’s Day

RockDove