A Bright Yellow Bird

As I peered out my back bedroom window;
a bright yellow bird landed on the ground;
for, the backyard was much like a meadow;
where only this solitary bird was found.

Were my eyes, like a window, allowing in light;
or maybe receiving thought information;
would my mind sense him, during the night;
or, was light, just a form of confirmation?

Was this bird a mere reflection of reality;
or was he, instead, a physical entity;
was he a man, who had faced his mortality;
or, instead, an angelic form of divinity?

The energies, I sensed; had heightened appeal;
more than a mere bird; standing in rain;
the statue of that bird, appeared almost surreal;
with no thoughts, to leave; but remain.

That yellow bird, artistically trimmed in black;
had immediately grabbed my attention;
I sensed if he left; he would never come back.
but would re-enter another dimension.

I watched for a while; then slowly turned away;
but, when I, soon after, came back
God’s emissary, in yellow, could no longer stay;
so I bade adieu to the yellow and black.

This beautiful creature was the love of the Master;
as I focused on him; love would live on;
turning from love; then brought on disaster;
and, the creature of love was gone.

Monty 12/16/22. # 1,386