From Behind Mary's Mantle
The hummingbird
visits
Sipping sweet water
From the glass feeder
Behind Mary’s Mantle
Under God’s wings
We rejoice in such things
Moving as miracles do
Embodied on rapidly beating wings
Alighting pointedly
On impossible holes
Mary’s wingspan spreads
Perched atop
the detritus of fall
and dirt
Under God’s wings
We rejoice in such things
Where wings and things
Provide cover
And flight
In Her Mantle aura
Mary’s sweet water
Nourishes the smallest birds
Feeds the tiniest of miracles
Under God’s wings
We rejoice in such things
visits
Sipping sweet water
From the glass feeder
Behind Mary’s Mantle
Under God’s wings
We rejoice in such things
Moving as miracles do
Embodied on rapidly beating wings
Alighting pointedly
On impossible holes
Mary’s wingspan spreads
Perched atop
the detritus of fall
and dirt
Under God’s wings
We rejoice in such things
Where wings and things
Provide cover
And flight
In Her Mantle aura
Mary’s sweet water
Nourishes the smallest birds
Feeds the tiniest of miracles
Under God’s wings
We rejoice in such things
