Division

                      Division That Shines

   From the purity of an eagle,
   through feathers as they move, in song, in flight,
   benevolent renewal
   comes and freedom enters its own element.

   Walk down the aisle of a cathedral and
   smell the oils in the wood.
   Run your fingers
   along the grain and find
   your crossroads.
   Bend your knees in prayer,
   define sorrow, beggar description and then
   from the loss, let your soul weep.

   Through
   stain glass, capture the
   light of pelican sheen,
   those rays that breathe
   contented hope.

   But know, that the most
   beautiful stained
   glass is made up of a unified
   bond of different hues,
   of the imperfect and the perfect
   and through unmeasured craft,
   one purpose is met.

   For though the eagle flies alone,
   it is sometimes
   through the divisions
   that lift musical color
   from the shadow of his wings, that
   freedom shines.

   Posted 2/23/02