Hummingbird

My breath rises with your flight,

and falls as you land back into softness.

Your feathers, filled with stardust—

shiny crystals of pure light,

imprints of wild truths.

You echo the vastness of beginning,

and the homecoming of the end.

From distant horizons

to nearby hearts,

you bring benedictions—

of lives lived

before the beginning of our time.

I fall to my knees

to receive the invocation,

with reverence in my eyes

and a tear in my hand.

I, too, am blessed.