Museums (A Poem by Tom Darin Liskey)

Cedarwings

“Deepest communion with God is beyond words, on the other side of silence.” – Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water

Museums

by Tom Darin Liskey

Spring returns
The winter bare trees
Bud with succulent red fruit
A feast for the cedar waxwings
Returning from the south.

The crested birds gorge
On the berry-heavy limbs
In my front yard

Ascending and descending
In torrents of trilling air
Plucking nourishment
From the groaning boughs

And I can’t stop thinking
About Christ’s parable
Concerning these careless sojourners
How they want not and worry not

Creatures clearly oblivious
To my fretting
Over unpaid taxes, feverish children
And dimming career opportunities

Calling out to their creator
In strange hosannas
From juice stained beaks

A joy I cannot comprehend

 

AB6CD5A8-FBB1-427A-A13C-5C915C6AEE94Tom Darin Liskey, Features Editor at Literary Life, is an author, poet and photo-journalist.  More than twenty years of international journalism and business experience gives Tom a unique perspective. That experience abroad has given him a keen eye to appreciate different cultures and locations. His fiction, non-fiction, and poetry has been published in literary magazines, both in the US and abroad including two published books.

https://www.tomdarinphoto.com/

 

Images by Tom Darin Liskey