Chasing Birds

I was looking for a poem to go with a little mixed-media piece I was working on and stumbled on this one. It’s by a Beguine from the 13th Century. If you don’t know who the Beguines are, pat yourself on the back for being a normal human being, then google it and find out all about them because they are fascinating. Anyway, enjoy the poem.

Love flows from God into man,
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.
Thus we move in His world
One in body and soul,
Though outwardly separate in form.
As the Source strikes the note,
Humanity sings —
The Holy Spirit is our harpist,
And all strings
Which are touched in Love
Must sound.

– Mechthild of Magdeburg

Here’s another poem I found in my search. I love it also, though it’s very different in tone. Enjoy!

In Flight
by Jennifer K. Sweeney

The Himalayan legend says
there are beautiful white birds
that live completely in flight.
They are born in the air,

must learn to fly before falling
and die also in their flying
Maybe you have been born
into such a life

with the bottom dropping out.
Maybe gravity is claiming you
and you feel

For the one who lives inside the fall,
the sky beneath the sky of all.

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