Look up into the white winter sky.

I am that wild bird

with the broken wing

 

and a heart filled with survival;

flying endless circles

and never coming home.

 

When the crazy flapping gets too loud

I will wrap my wings around me

in a gesture of enduring love

and my heart will open

to let survival fly away.

 

And my mother Earth

will softly slowly rise to meet me

and set me on my feet

where I can remember who I am

 

For the whole article visit the Newsletter number 37 here https://www.concordinstitute.com/newsletter/

Poem – Marie Fallon

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