Sophia’s Lost and Found
In
Sophia’s lost and found: treasures
some
underwater, some underfoot, some afloat in midair.
For
Sophia, nothing is lost.
Gifts
return and return and never lost return
again
and again:
ores,
minerals, seeds, bones.
Gold
washed down to the sea, silver and copper
lost
and found again there.
These
bones that carry me
should
return as minerals to Earth and water.
These
rare blue clays,
these
grasses and moonflowers, fishes and
animals with knowing eyes,
made
of potsherds
from
Sophia’s lost and found.
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Epiphany
I
intended a peregrine--it arrived at Godspeed.
There
had been a dearth of peregrines you see.
I
longed for eagles
and
after many years, they returned to us
in
abundance,
dancing
on air streams,
courting
in spirals,
nesting
in suburbia.
After
a dry season
our
mountain ash bows with orange fruit
whereupon
flocks of eager waxwings
gorge
on orange berries this
cold winter day.
I
intended for the Holy Spirit to descend
in
this season of epiphany
and
its fire entered me and surrounded me
as
a haze around Saturn in
evening
sky just above the horizon line.
It
glowed unearthly bright that night.
On
epiphany, my wishes and intentions are
for
peregrines, eagles, waxwings
and
the little Holy Child to stay with me
as
eagles play in the
airstreams,
as
trees burst with nurture
and
brightness forms our
days.
