Why do you question the way you are Raven?
I soar through the brilliant heavens, on wings black as coal and dark as night,
I ride on the very wings of the wind, yet I am forced to the dirt to find my nourishment,
My song is coarse and low, unlike my brethren and yet I cease not to proclaim,
Why are you confused Raven?
My home is among the lofty branches; yet I rush earth to inspection at the first shiny spec in the dirt,
I mourn over my diet of sacrificed life. But is it for grief, or for envy for sweeter feasts?
I call out for the world to hear, but run when any lonely pilgrim draws near,
You are the great irony Raven,
Coal black messenger of the God of light,
Embodiment of life born of death,
Knowing both justice and grace your voice mourns and rejoices at the same loss,
Never fear Raven, for you will never be lost,
The day will come when you will mount brilliant wings of light itself,
And drink only of the pure river of life that will flow unto eternity.
You will sing with the tongue of the angels,
My dear Raven, be patient you will,
Soar till that day,
Live till that day,
Cry till that day.
* An old poem I freshened up. It was born out of the earliest steps in my journey.