Another Summons
She flew low over the water,
I saw her drop the feather
without a pause or squawk.
The White Egret’s feather,
on the gentle waves of the lake,
floated to my feet.
What should I do,
what should I do?
Too perfect a thing,
so sacred an endowment.
Her message frightens me.
What is it I’m being asked?
Yes of course I’m grateful,
yes of course I accepted.
I bent to retrieve the gift,
which I think is a summons.
O Egret please
let it come with understanding.
©Susa Silvermarie 2024
May all of us pray for understanding