You were broken by a feather.
So stop picking up the broken shells,
and trying to glue them back together.
Let go of the tethers of the flesh and unfurl your wings.
Stretch and sigh,
listen to the wind's song.
Once upon a time it sings.
Your wings were dipped in sacred blood,
wrung out and rolled up so tight.
Then gently eased into the skin,
under the cover of night.
Mother's unseen hands,
down filled each precious tiny flailing leg and arm.
She then held you oh so gently.
So you would know how mother's warm.
Souls.
With sacred tears gathered from ancestor's mourn.
Dreams were interwoven throughout the fibres deep within.
Wrapped in robes of lattice and lace,
that is soul skin.
With a veil around your face.
Grace stitched through,
with immaculate precision,
encased in a human being,
a soulprint a life's mission.
A courageous and fragile heart,
was placed in your chest,
along with One true desire.
Passionate hearts are very dangerous,
as they hold an unquenchable fire.
So she placed a watery sponge in your head,
wrapped in a helmet of bone.
This ensured you will always find,
find your way back home.
By your light of the sacred creative fire.
But you must be mindful always,
to not get lost and burned.
So you were blessed with insight,
into Mystery's teachings.
Wisdom comes from experience,
and must be learned.
Divine purpose infused,
down to the tips of those teeny tiny fingers and toes.
kissed by all God's angels and sealed,
with angelic touches under the nose.
Shhhh.
I have followed you,
forever said the wind.
©Maggie McLeod 2015
