Just now my eyes catch first inch of sunlight
While whispers of wind fetch bird concertos
And urge my heart to spiritual flight,
Compelled by age-old songs of winged maestros.
Each throb of heart buoys hope…yet it laments,
As my essence looks high and low for change,
How spiritual stagnation prevents
A meaningful life, both beautiful and strange.
I pause briefly in humble wonderment,
Grant spiritual pilgrimage full rein,
Enjoy tell tale sighs of astonishment
When even subtle change makes anguish wane.
Give nod, bird cries, to change by dint of covenant;
Let feathered song turn loose a life more resonant.
© Ilija Lukić 2023
Life, Both Beautiful And Strange
(Jordan Lake, North Carolina at Ebenezer Church Point)
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