Spiritual refreshment

She waits upon this rock
with wing outstretched
and patient eyes
for each child to return
and find its wings again.
A respite from the storms
and all the wars we fight
that separate us
from our true selves
and our strength,
she holds us tenderly
against that warm and feathered breast;
we feel the heart that beats beneath
in rhythm with our own
and breathe in concert til, restored,
we stretch our feathers, flex,
and soar again.