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Thursday, October 11, 2012

Magpie Harvest


"Magpie in Flight" by Marion Rose http://marionrose.com/workszoom/734819

What something sounds like, or how I hear it
With a little more trust in what my heart is of
It makes for beautiful poetry

What something sounds like, or how I hear it
In my heart, in all and in one
It is a song that God sings

Remember the hummingbird to not forget what you heard

I heard it with my heart, and in this moment I'm deciding
To sing toward it with these words, and this sound
I took another little moment to write it down, and keep it around
Should I still sing songs from before?

Remember the falcon who can teach you to move it on

What has happened, however I remember
I might sing of it in a story
It makes for beautiful poetry

Something's happened
In the way that I'm seeing what I love, and in Love I believe
It is God who determines these things

Remember the flying hawk to honor what you saw

I saw it with my heart, and in that moment I decided
The proof is in the power
And You show us what to do with it
Like the magpie approaching a hidden shine, reflecting the light
I've been gathering every beautiful thing I can find

Remember the will of Love to know what to offer up
It makes for beautiful poetry.

-Now Forever



MAGPIE STORY

Owl spoke to Magpie,

"Magpie you talk so much
You do not hear the wind and the water.
You do not hear the Wolf who speaks to you.
Your truth is all part of others' truths
And you have lost your thread that connects you to the tree of life."

Magpie was as quiet as he had ever been
He listened
And he felt pain
And knew that he must change his ways
And start to learn his own truth.

Was it so bad to be a Magpie? No!
He decided it was good to be Magpie,
And he would not have to explain himself to others as to who he was and why.
Upon that realization he started to listen...

He heard the water
and the wind
and all the other beautiful things he had not taken the time to hear.

He heard the Wolf and was happy. 

Magpie spread his wings and flew and became the Eagle.

He did not have to speak again as his flight said it all.