A Murmeration for Amber

My friend lost her mom to ALS last week. Last night we took a chilly walk along a nature path, and as we meandered she noticed a high tree flocked in so many birds. Passing underneath it she said, I know my mom will give me signs, and just then, all the birds burst from above and gave us a 15 minute murmuration, staying close over her, dancing.

A Murmeration for Amber

 ​As they dip and glisten it’s the pulse of a heartbeat made by the flitting and gliding ⁣
of ecstatic black wings ⁣
who whorl in slick grace ⁣
with unfathomed choreography ⁣
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We are here, they say in their cacophony, for you ⁣
and we could swoop you away with us forever, however... ⁣
your burdens are here now and are yours to fold into⁣
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But here, we know your light is what can unfurl you ⁣
as we feather your story to the watercolored sky ⁣
and that story is this: ⁣
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You are safe, held, and seen. ⁣
You are a treasure and a boulder. ⁣
Your life, your message takes up space ⁣
and it fills the pockmarked places where hope has been hiding. ⁣
You are a wonder, your existence offers an abundance of calm to the wearied ⁣
So worry not, sweet bird⁣
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You can fly with us one day and O! how you will love your wings ⁣
But until then,⁣
just keep looking⁣
up 

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If you've never had the joy of witnessing a murmeration, check out this video on YouTube of a particularly spectacular one.