Halcyon

This is a piece I wrote a while ago. I find when I am creative, I lose track of time as Spirit moves through me and spills a short story, a poem or a blog post right into my lap!

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Off the rugged coast of Nova Scotia, a halcyon builds a new nest floating on the sea just before the Winter Solstice.  On the swells of icy waves she can hear hymns of heartbreak and joy while the whip of the western winds carries harmonics of chants forgotten long ago. As she listens, it all rings true deep in the well of her as the tonal memory spreads like streams through her hollow bones.  It is here she will give birth to her fledglings of interfaith.

As the mythical bird preens her long silken feathers, she spies the silhouettes of the ancient prophets against the rising sun, each of them holding a flamed torch of truth.  And in the briny foam dancing on the troughs and crests of the ocean, she notices the subtle messages welcoming her home.

        As the morning kisses the day awake, a liminal space appears.  The mystics of the day sway with the rhythmic drum of the surf along the banks of the tidal estuaries and marsh grasses.  Through the cross current of fresh and saline waters luminous light allows them to see and be seen.  On the altar of time rests their hearts of anticipation questioning what their ministries will be.  And as the sequel of the New Testament is written, their stories will be told by the iconography burned in the berm of the beaches.

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Mindful Tip:

Take one of your photographs, a picture from a magazine or an image off of Unsplash and write a short story, a poem, a quote . . . just be creative!!!