You found a bird with broken wings
you did
and you helped to heal her
with just your quiet being,
with just your waiting,
without your touch,
you cradled her
with just your steady breath,
your steady breathing
you did
and when she was nasty,
and when she lashed out,
and when she hurt you,
you let her sleep
and you watched her
over her
You guarded her
you did
you brought her food
you fed her ’til she spoke
and you let her tell you
you let her talk and talk,
and then you pulled her up
and pushed her out
of that sweet, warm place
of that safe, familiar space
you pressed upon the small of her back
and then you gently pushed
but first you gave her time
you made sure she nursed her very own self
you did
but that little bird, she leaned on you,
and sometimes you carried her too,
she rested upon your chest
and she listened to your steady heart beating,
and your heart, it conceived her heart anew
and you
you spooned her,
nestled her,
covered her,
wrapped her up,
molded her to you,
and you stroked those battered wings
you helped to mend them
with your touch
with your love
you did
for you picked a bird
with broken wings…
with wings stronger now
wings that work, they do the work
and she soars, she soars
she rises above,
she does,
for hers is now a limitless sky,
and your heart, it swells,
it flows ever freely,
as you watch her fly.
*And you were only waiting for this moment to arise