For Leslie

 

She made me

a birdhouse

from old wood

whispering stories.

Together

we walked to

the edge of

my open field.

She dug

the post in,

creative hands

working

rich soil.

I witnessed

with a grateful heart…

I wondered then

who would come

to nest in this

forest jewel…

dreamed of wrens

or chickadees

peering out

of black holes…

This morning

I realized

that by our actions

we had created

a living prayer…

Like the birds

we too

are seeking

safe homes –

peace for

tortured

minds and

bodies

torn asunder

by a culture

gone insane.