Fabled Calm... Poem by Debora Short

Yesterday, when I was angry
With the world
And made you cry…

I went and climbed
That sanctified hill
Where our new dreams should begin…
And I found that fabled calm

Where the bluebirds come
And twitter
In that smaller thorn tree…

The one that looks
As if it was the one …
Where they made His
Crown of thorns…

Standing at the kitchen window
Our evening meal…complete
We quietly watched
The doe wander down
To feed on that newly greened grass

I wondered if you followed
Me back up to that sacred space...
Would those bluebirds return?


April 10,2006 ~
Mountaintop, Tennessee