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Sacred Hawk

For a couple of weeks

Each morning as I walked to the barn

A lone hawk circled high above

and disappeared

 

Hawks have been symbols in

my life for years

What did this one mean?

 

This morning I saw a trio

circling in the usual path

of the lone hawk

As I walked under my

dying pecan tree

I heard the rush of

wind over wings and

there it was …

right above my head

not threatening

but …

flying close enough

to hear it swooping

near my head

 

Looking up …

I saw it rejoin the others

and continue their

morning flight

 

Was this close encounter

a blessing …

or

a warning …

Either way …

it was a sacred moment …

 

Copyright © 2016 Annie Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie

Sacred

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Sacred

She wanders in the 
Early Morning Dew
Memories held tightly in the
safety of her hand

These are too precious 

to be shared…
for her only to see…
safe…
to keep sacred

Entering the sheltered
Willow…she pauses
opens her hand slightly…
Hardly breathing…
daring herself to look
between thumb and pointer finger…
she is assured…
it is still there…safe…sacred

The one memory  that plays 

over and over for her like a movie…
But…
only when she has the courage to release it…
never knowing if she will be able to capture it again…
to hold it close to her heart…
safe…
secure…
sacred…

No yet…not here…not Today…
BUT
Soon…oh, so soon…
she will release that sacred memory…
the part of her that keeps her alive…
Release it she will…

AND

Become one with it…
the memory she holds so 
DEAR
Become one with it again…
Going where it may lead her…
Always following 
with it held dearly in her hand.

SACRED

© 2013 Annie Original Poetry

As Ever, Annie

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