My Affirmation:
I have been writing since the mid-80's, but until the beginning of this year I didn't feel I had a signature poem. Now I do, based on a metaphor drawn by the amazing Hildegard of Bingen, 12th century abbess, poetess, composer, philosopher, visionary, mystic.
"Be a feather on the breath of God." -Hildegard of Bingen
Feather
Breathed into being by God's unbound
imagination,
I am the essence of everything
in all creation,
destined to soar on an eagle's wing
above the ranges,
gracefully drifting beyond the sound
of seasons' changes.
I am a thread in the downy quilt,
beside my brothers,
sheltering nestlings from biting cold
when darkness hovers.
Pivotal, temporal tides may fold
but not destroy me,
borne on an aerodynamic lilt
to guide and buoy me.
I am the spirit of east to west
in acquiescence,
trusting the flow of the breeze that fanned
my holy presence.
Once I am given to understand
the art of sailing,
I will return to the place of rest
by His inhaling.