send me a magpie

Grace, send me a magpie

To soothe my sorest soul.

A signal that a crumbling world

Is not my fate at all.

Won’t you place a butterfly

Before my nearest gaze?

Display how my own wings have not

Dissolved to a thin haze.

A fox treads in the garden

Lightly, unafraid.

A cat or crow I have not seen

But soon I will again.

So, universe, do send me

Any sign or song

To carry me upon its melody

And softly guide me home.

Gentle tapping builds to fierceness

Deep breath fills my lungs

Knots and acids churning endless

Air no longer won.

I’ve seen a worser darkness,

In different shade or tone.

Novelty will not persist

To clench my seated throne.

God, as they are out there,

In me, and all around

Sends me every magpie freely

So I may never drown.