Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Magpie Tales 65 - Poem: The Origin

Where do the winds of Assisi
that sweep birds aloft,
dash butterflies gently off course
originate? Winds that kissed

the bearded face of St. Francis
that brought stillness to all creatures
around him. Their assemblage
replete with order.

Is there a beginning of such grace?
Does it start of nowhere and become?
Is it thrown swiftly underhand
by God himself?

And when it settles—   where
does it go?

2011© Michael A. Wells

Magpie Tales 65
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