blackbirds rise
to grey october as they have
and will, gathering in
worshiping flocks
growing in number, moving
with one thought, as one
body.
they are in numbers
such that the sound of wing
and caw, blankets me
below
in the mystery that lies
beneath the beauty,
above both,
the precision.
and i stand struck with no question,
mixed fear and gratitude,
praising as them,
the same god.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 3:14 AM UTC
blackbirds rise
to grey october as they have
and will, gathering in
worshiping flocks
growing in number, moving
with one thought, as one
body.
they are in numbers
such that the sound of wing
and caw, blankets me
below
in the mystery that lies
beneath the beauty,
above both,
the precision.
and i stand struck with no question,
mixed fear and gratitude,
praising as them,
the same god.