Small White Bird
Early morning outside my window.
Perched on the peak of a Tembusu
Small but oh-so-majestic
Took my breath away for a second
To see something so incandescent
White has a way of catching one off guard
Pristine. Pure. Regal. Untouched.
But this shiny? This glory?
Radiating its own light
For one so tiny?
How’s that possible??!!
But there it is
Daring me to object
Making me its subject
To summon at will if it chose
And without a second thought
I’ll heed its call
Its bidding
Installed like a star
On a ninety-feet Christmas Tree
Its back towards me radiating
Nearly blinding me with a snowy body
A cloud of supreme whiteness
Juxtaposed against the deep blue sky
Solitary
Unmoved
Royal
A flag unfurled
A ray of hope
Sent down from heaven
Like an angelic being
To a big black world
Of stained humanity
Beautifully reflecting its Creator.