Touched by wonder ...

Holding the eggshell in my hand was like holding something spun from air - too finely made for my coarse bone - 

I wondered what songs the young bird would sing - 

I wondered with what flights he would explore the sky - 

I saw his precious face next to mine - 

I saw the new come from the old - 

I heard the music of miraculous heartbeats - 

My life was touched once more by wonder - 

17.01

Monday 12 June 2017

The Old School House

East Stoke

Dorset