This morning as the sun arose
I saw a little bird fly in,
blessing my garden with its grace.
It fed among flowers and seeds
without hurry or greed,
leaving enough for the friends.
Suddenly he hopped up to my patio door,
turned his head side to side, studying me;
I was feeding too.
I could hear him tweet, you can also fly,
your wings are hidden within.
Just trust and you will rise;
Higher each time.
I tried this once before, when I was a girl,
I thought my arms too thin, no wings at all.
Now I wonder, does he mean my spirit wings?
Could I soar and dip and swing
if I trust the wings within.
Why don’t we all give it a try.
© miriam ivarson