Photo by starush

Instead of hush,
I wander looking
for the door.

Flocks of pigeons circle
making scythed flights
returning to my
siloed soul,
there to fuss and coo.
The door they use,
not fit for earthbound searching
requires me to fly up too.

Pigeons of my soul’s accounting,
with eyes of gold, fierce piercing
through the hush,
I must listen.

Karen Greenler

Karen Greenler is a member of West Branch (Iowa) Meeting (Iowa Yearly Meeting Conservative) but has been sojourning in and attending Madison (Wis.) Meeting for over three decades. Recently retired, she is somewhat surprised to find herself in another developmental period of reimagining her life and purpose.

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