One Wing and Then the Other

It was the same winter that courage from the sky was concealed, even sealed with a double layer of grey,

until blue finally broke through and I was convinced once again, of the power of my own breath, as evidence

so I raised one wing and then the other, until I was lifted

bowing my heart and my head to the One

who made everything, contained

under all the heavens.

Hawks breath always runs true.

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