Painting by Mary Meigs
When I gaze
behind the paint
I don’t see death’s face
staining the paper white.
Life is in the wings.
Buttery yellow and black tipped –
blood stains highlight roses.
Comforted by Nature,
Flicker is simply sleeping
until the day of his Rebirth.
My writer/editor/ dearest friend Harriet Ellenberger has been re –publishing issues of She is Still Burning on her blog that are more relevant today than they were when they were originally written. This is truly a journal for “life lovers” as Harriet writes.
In this installment Harriet honors writer and artist Mary Meigs bringing her into every heart that is opened into an awareness of what is.
One perception I have about SISB stands out beyond all the rest.
“Women with Wings” are still hovering – their presence offers comfort and hope in the face of growing despair. What we have to do is to listen for the sound of those wings soaring above us, some in the trees, others on the thermals and we will be transported into another way of seeing and feeling our way through this dark threat of war. Like the mole who lives underground, the earth will contain us until its time to emerge in another light.
If you are a woman with wings (or a man who loves one) – reading these installments will offer new insights and highlight the importance and dignity associated with endurance and the gift of genuine friendship that opens us to Love.
Please visit Harriet’s website:
After I wrote this poem this morning I learned that we might be going to war.