Epiphany

I intended a peregrine--it arrived at Godspeed.

There had been a dearth of peregrines you see.

I longed for eagles

and after many years, they returned to us

 in abundance,

dancing on air streams,

courting in spirals,

 nesting in suburbia.

After a dry season

our mountain ash bows with orange fruit

whereupon flocks of eager waxwings

gorge on orange  berries this cold winter day.

I intended for the Holy Spirit to descend

 in this season of epiphany

and its fire entered me and surrounded me

 as a haze around Saturn in

evening sky just above the horizon line.

 It glowed unearthly bright that night.

On epiphany, my wishes and intentions are

for peregrines, eagles, waxwings

and the little Holy Child to stay with me

as eagles  play in the airstreams,

as trees burst with nurture

and brightness  forms our days