The goldfinch

As I was walking,
a patch of feathered sunlight
blew by, bouncing on the breeze,
to land and bob on bending reed
so gently as to not break but into song.
Upon wings, love in color came;  
grace and beauty fluttered into my day.
Then the little yellow angel flew off again,
trailing joy, until lost to view in vaster blue,
inviting me to see more clearly from what is made
the invisible things of a divine creation—
to lay up the treasure of such golden moments and
become “rich toward God.” 1

Alfred J. Gemrich
1 Luke 12:21.


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