Seeing and Seeking

By Jane Tawel

By Jane Tawel

Oh, Man,

You believe you can buy

whatever of the Earth you seek.

And now you even think

You can own the Sky.

But today,

I saw a tree stand still

and with her arms akimbo

I glimpsed a branching wave.

I’m sure I heard Her whisper me

my new and holy name.

And as I looked up,

A wild and scattered flock

flew into a perfect V

and arrowed out of sight

and I imagine

in their fraternal flight

free, lovely winged-things

shoot straight through into

the bull’s eye of God’s heart.

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