On The Whimsy Crisp..

 

On The Whimsy Crisp...

by Brander Raven McDonald – Nov 25/25

“On the whimsy crisp foggy slopes a re-cognition...
The Spirit ascent to stillness... a home coming...
With expectation of a solitary raven... a prayer answered...
Hidden in its perch now beckoning by my presence... and to his counterpart
from across the valley... I sit in this spiritual reclamation... to hear my travel pack
dislodge and detach to fall behind me... being formerly firmly attached just a blink before
I had turned my head away and now back to look and wonder whom had moved it so...
now it lay below on the foreground with not a leaf nor grass bent or turned or even the branch
it sat upon dislodged... only the scent of Spirit that to this I was being reclaimed...
a reckoning of being carried home to a place I was to have once dreamt about by another soul
long ago... to be the fulfillment of some said prayer... and marked as a partner... and to hear the raven speaking to another high above the valley was perceived as a shout in exaltation to the fulfillment of a promise and prayer answered... that I was indeed called ‘home’ to a heart... and from some reason the message of a permission granted... a manifestation embodied by my presence a top that bluff, of a soul’s longing and a vision of me in their spirit... it was visceral...
as I stood there in tears of awe... of being ‘home’... ”