Wild Geese (God Gave Her Wings)

'Hello, Sun in my face.  
 Hello, you who make the morning  
and spread it over the fields.  
 Watch, now, how I start the day  
 In happiness, in kindness.'  
               -Mary Oliver  
‘Tell me, how will you be fearless and improbable      
and beautiful, how will you become wise..’      
   (She asked this of the sunrise)      
‘I will write upon awakening in the early morning mist..’,      
she, to self replied.      
‘And I want to grow wings, I want to learn to fly..’,      
she exclaimed,      
   (And there was no reply)      
‘And I want to love what (and whom) I love and      
I want to be allowed to cry if my love is not returned..’.      
   (Just then a few wild geese came walking by)      
‘In a dangerous world, I want to embrace the dark and wild      
and kiss the god of dirt and let his beautiful, delectable earth      
into my heart..’      
   (Then a grasshopper leaped onto her hand)      
‘Give me the gift of darkness in a box  and I shall open it,      
not perfectly, but hopefully and exuberantly.        
I shall stash my dreams in their innocent nakedness      
and lie within their wonder..’      
   (No angels in her head concurred in this      
    nor did she pray, yet a great gift was received anyway-      
    She heard the call of the geese announcing her place      
    in the family of things; the harsh and exciting truth):    
That in the writing of all this, God would give her wings.      
 (A non-entry)
(Inspired by and in memory of Mary Oliver)    
Written by PoetsRevenge
Published | Edited 27th Jan 2019
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