Redemption spoke to me
through the wing
of a gray bird.
A sound that was unheard,
disembodied,
intuition
divine.
The message I need,
right on time.
I savor the splendor
-the glimpse
of holy highs.
And I, so sly,
sit and observe,
sneak my way inside.
I find my pride,
Unleashed,
as a magician dove.