Her heart strums the voice
of her maker – – His will the
only song grace knows.
As humans explode
destruction, her feathers shine
sweet resurrection.
An arc of ages
unborn and untold, describes
this numinous flight.
An adoration
for mercy trembles rainbows
blinking through her eyes.
The stars where her wings
sing, pulse silver poetries
of faith undying.
Ezekiel at his
wheel spins a spell of healing.
Weeps a dawn of hope.
This light burns as true
on Earth as in Heaven. Rose
lips sparkle ‘Amen.’
by Aberjhani
© 7/18/2006
