Reflections
Offerings
I carried a bucket
of sunshine into the kitchen
this morning.
how could I have missed
such pleasure
such magic
all these years?
what's free is generous
like the daily feathers
I've been receiving
I could say finding
but they are not lost
they are the shed offerings
that lift
into heaven from earth
with a lightness of being
I want to remember
I've collected a basket
of moonbeans
for August
in honor
of the month I was born
a little bird
fallen from a nest
expected to walk
like a human
watching the ground
to not stumble
when all the secrets
of magic are in the sky
by Valerie A. Szarek
