Once I bowed my head with all the rest
Breathed in the scent of incense by the candles’ flickering flame
Fearing death almost as much as I feared life.
Now I raise my face to the rising and the setting sun
And wonder at the silver light of the moon
And how it soothes the ugliness out of every scar.
Instead of tuneless soulless words
Chanted beneath a sky purged of mystery and the deep unknown
I let my soul soar on the wings of the blackbird’s song
Into the morning where every hue of feather and petal and leaf is born.
And when it is time for night to fall
I will fade into the soft darkness between the stars
With the song of the blackbird rippling in my ears.