Rose Robin

Today a rose robin visited me

Looking down from the magnolia tree

I know she said

How hard it appears to be

How you feel and how you see

The past and future

Simultaneously

Transient worlds

The competing realties

The observation

The watching

The gift and curse of hidden seeing

The perpetual surrendering

The dreaming in the visioning

Pausing patiently

Sometimes it seems

An unnatural pace

When you’ve already seen that future space

But, you know it arrives in perfect time and place

Never early and never late

How do you think I came to be

Sitting here in one of your favorite trees

Your song

The depth and beauty

Materiliased me

Here I sing, the gift of rose

To remind you of what your heart already knows

Lay down your thoughts inside your head

You do enough, sometimes too much, she said

Then again

She sang her song

I knew it well

Her graceful melody

That was the day the rose robin visited me

In the fragrant sweetness of the magnolia tree

What a gift her song has come to be

The rose robin, the tree and me.