The crows call.
They are messengers
announcing the tide of change
in men's hearts.

They call us to the opening
in present sky
that invites us
to walk through
into another world
—where they have flown and visited
and now have returned to bring their call of peace.

There are thin veils that are lifting,
within our world.
Windows, doorways, are opening,
much like the one that crow flew through.

These are chambers to our awakening,
to possibilities within the human heart
to know peace and to come to know
the realm within,
that is of that other world
where the only truth
is love—period.

Poetry by Morning Star
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Written on 2012-06-24 at 21:07

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ngaio Beck
very thoughtful.We are one with nature.

countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting choice of messengers . . . peace and love in the raucous and seemingly contentious cacophony of crows. Where I live they are such a common presence in the fields that we come to ignore them. You remind me what a mistake it is to not listen.