Not Only for Birds

What feeds our center

in holy nectar

As if sipped sweetly

like hummingbird

What’s secretly stored,

collected about

Like a critter preparing

for long winter

What reservoirs of hope

bottled inside

Like apothecary jars

of wisdom healing

For what we may need

in each moment,

Magically appears in view

to remind us of

The nourishing Well

we have already

Compassionately curated within,

On the ready to share

with all the creatures

of our life’s longing