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Owl Medicine

 

The owl calls my name
A train song low and long
Carried on the silent wings of night
While underneath the starched sheets of sorrow
Death births a thousand miracles

Tonight the full moon rises
A pearl on the ocean floor
The ebbing tide
Anchored in freedom
Too powerful to resist

The owl calls your name
Is your vision clear yet?
For it is only with owls’ eyes
We can see the luminous wonderment
In the grieving dark

~ jennifer sundeen, september 2016
For Mary Grace
Who saw so much goodness.