a Stuttering Birth

you came to me
arrows
in hand
          as many as you could grasp
          as many as were seen in the night
as many as your satchel
          made of wishes
          decorated with
          scorn and   
          baubles
                    few of them gems
          could hold

the arrows were fine
beautiful
distinct in colour
distinct in calibre

          they were Feathers
          of a Spirit Eagle
A White Spirit Eagle
          painted with twilight markings

          yes
          I recall

Spotted White Spirit Eagle
had come to me twice
in recent
dreaming
          and You carried its
quills
          striking
          impressive
along with your
Bow
          made of Mirrors and Presumptions

I should've wondered
wondered how you came
to have them
but I didn't just then

still on my knees
still on the ground
          I looked up
you were
still a vision
of
Love
for Me

I know your Bow of Mirrors
did not allow you
to
see
Me
          that did not stop you
          from aiming your perceptions
reflections
          into my Heart
one quick movement
one quick release
a feather
felt
firmly
          protruded
from my chest
in my breath
in
my
Love


Filled with heat
Filled with sadness
Blood streamed from my mouth

my eyes never left you

I did not know
I did not know how great your Bow
was
How great the deflection
How great the projection
How piercing
its truth
          Your truth
of me
it held
          but I found out
          didn't I?

A
fracture
crept
grew
split open
my chest

you stepped back
in surprise
          did you think
          did you think
          did you think

I would die?

a Light
a Light
poked through
shone through
crossed the night sky

and out of me
She jumped

the Inner Child
Set Free

She searched your
eyes
You just stared at Her

I don't know
what you
Saw
I don't know
that you
Saw
          Me

just then
a Star fell
in a flash
of white light
a Being
cloaked
in black as the night
appeared

it glanced
at me
smiled
a soft
loving smile

turned
and smiled at you
gifted
you with radiant light
as if to say
Thank you

its face relaxed
grew kinder still
at the sight of Her
          it reached tenderly
          for the Child's hand
          which She willingly gave

unexpectedly
in a flash
of white
brighter than bright
they both disappeared
leaving us
here

As Heartists, we Walk our Talk with an Open and Loving Heart.  The arrows will land as they may.  Sometimes seeing and being, does not result in believing - for all of us.  That's okay.  It's no one's responsibility to convince anyone of anything.  The Universe knows, and that's All that matters.


I remain,

Lesléy

Hallelujah Heartist