The Heron’s Watch

I saw you standing tall and proud
on wings of silence greeting me
in sacred space far from the madding crowd
an omen that I soon would see
the highway through infinity
backward to simplicity
forward to prosperity
reclaiming my divinity.
I’m one with you, I too shall fly.
We glide with grace from rock to sky
we don’t look back to say good-bye.

Copyright 1996-2013 Dr. Sara Joy David
Published May 2007 in  “The Desert Woman”