I’d Like To Tell You About The Time I Heard The Owl Call
written by: Catherine MacMillan Sihoe
@onspiritswings
I’d like to tell you about the time I heard the owl call
It heard my name and flew to me
Across a moonlit night
I raised my arm
And opened my hand to feel her belly as she flew
On silent wing
She passed over my head
When you see her close
Like I do
You know the power of her will
That she would hold the highest level of wisdom
To your heart
Given half a chance
So that as you listen there
With your heart
You would know all she has to share
And more,
With boundless joy in the exchange
We know not where these winds of change will take us
There are,
In all likelihood,
Endless combinations of truth
Waiting to be unfurled
Upon the sun rise
But till then…
Let us instead
Hear owls’ gentle calling as a sign of hope
That all we do
Will work together for the greater good
Lift your head
And let the moonlight fill your face with love
Feel the cool night air as a kiss upon your cheek
Kick off your shoes
And feel the grass between your toes
Breathe the night air
With the intent
To feel her passionate touch
And let the energy in this place
Be one with yours
In such a way
That all those here
Know your presence
As the best of news
Call me to you
Like the owl
To her favourite tree
Allow me in to your loving arms
Without hesitations of any sort
Let this be your peace filled journey
We can be that
For each other
If we choose
Let me kiss your lips goodnight
This night
And every night
Near and far
This gesture is love
Simply love
No more
No less
Let it in
It’s who you are
A flower
Waiting to receive the bee
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