A chorus has erupted
and it filters through the open window.
A haunting call began it all.
Is it a cry? An alarm?
Is this creature hungry?
The cry repeats in
a rhythm of hurt.
As I attend to its voice,
I begin to hear others return the call.
Their message seems to say:
All is well.
We are here!
Join us- for you belong in the world.
We care about you.
After some time, and continued voicing,
the cry of the suffering bird eases.
Attending to this natural befriending
soothes my soul.
I begin this day
with the reminder that
we are one –
and attending to our sacred cries
is as natural and reliable as
the rising of the morning sun.
Our presence with one another
has the reassuring power
of gifting hope
and returning us to stillness.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019
Becoming and Beholding 
Vivid! I could picture and hear the disturbance with the birds. Well done!
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