I Am The One Called
“My heart in hiding stirred for a bird – the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!” Gerard Manley Hopkins penned his exultative prayer in a poem, “The Windhover, To Christ Our Lord.” His words come to mind because my own heart has been stirred by “daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon,” – or, in my case, day-dimmed-descended Hawk.
Late yesterday afternoon, nearly home from an appointment, I turned the corner onto my street and saw, belly up in the grass next to the road, a hawk. I kept driving for a moment until the full realization of what my eyes had seen registered in my heart. Continue reading