04-02-2010, 08:29 PM
PRAYER in APRIL
Just this morning,
right as we clamored off to school,
in the driveway, the bird –
that startled baby bird…
He was so frightened he’d lost his voice;
his little, feathered head became more yellow
with his quivering.
We three took turns holding him.
The complicity of our awe
is what strikes me now
and I hope I’ll always remember it:
how we dropped to our knees,
how we took turns cradling him;
how, for a moment, when he flew,
we lost our voices, too.
Lisa Starr
Just this morning,
right as we clamored off to school,
in the driveway, the bird –
that startled baby bird…
He was so frightened he’d lost his voice;
his little, feathered head became more yellow
with his quivering.
We three took turns holding him.
The complicity of our awe
is what strikes me now
and I hope I’ll always remember it:
how we dropped to our knees,
how we took turns cradling him;
how, for a moment, when he flew,
we lost our voices, too.
Lisa Starr