two birds

another day, two days,
this one, like others, thursday came,
each stacking, digging, to the other,
a quiet, simple, same.
today and yesterday,
these days.

a left and right, two ways,
clear, yet clouds seem close,
day, yet light seems dimmed.
drive, turn, take, same roads,
’til upward pause,
eyes to sky skim.
one, then another take flight.

a sort of pay, two birds,
pigeon or turtledove,
all i have today,
only all the above.
hope you’ll consider them.
wiping sweaty brow,
all i’ve left to bow.
may it be pleasing, my weary call.
each one of cost, today,
might be my all.
one, then another,
this fight.

but at play, two eagles,
effortlessly soar above.
weightless wings yet mighty,
the winds do still blow.
stopping, i consider them,
with height, what they must know.
freed for full flight,
all the places, together, they go.

today, two days,
above and below, but briefly,
realities collide in time.
wings to the weighty,
and lift of what’s left.
spread and soar,
in right rhythm and rhyme.
and tomorrow too,
these days.

you say, two comforts.
again another day i must
now see what airs,
what lifts, and trust,
all will be well, consider this.
and with them two,
they help to remember,
no wind wasted,
never breeze to be missed.
what a sight to see,
just another today,
and many days.

isaiah 40
matthew 6:25-34
leviticus....