Grace Rising

Sometimes you never know
how beautiful the bird
is until it spreads its
wings and flies
away.
Common is overwhelmed by
the wing spread of 
extraordinary.
Is it too late then to rejoice
when she is drawn 
up and up?
No.  For having beheld the treasure,
it never disappears.  It is etched
into mind and memory
forever.  
Sometimes you never know
how beautiful the bird
is until, in its rising, 
wings extended on
sacred breath,
her memory heals all the brokenness
caused by her leaving.
Grieving grows into
gratitude for even
the momentary
glimpse of 
grace rising.