My eyes on the sky,
I see you fly by.
A pair of fluttering wings
Catch my eye.
Clouds of many kinds
Are stretched abroad,
Yet another pair of wings
Distract my thought.
Blue were the first,
Black the second.
Now a brown pair
Begins to beckon.
One on the rooftop.
One in the trees.
One on the limb,
Shaking the leaves.
The fowls of Matthew 6:26
Are reminding me,
“Don’t look for an escape.
You’re looking out for me.”

10.21.2020 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire