It was a robin, probably a female, because her breast was speckled and not orange. I’m not sure what happened to her. I found her fluttering on the pavement in front of my house.
Now when I was a child, I would have scooped her up and taken her home. I would have tried to nurse her back to health, fixed a broken wing, saved her life, somehow. I’m practical, I guess, and certainly no bird rescuer. But the “little kid” that still lingers inside me wanted to console her because that would comfort me.
I know (like adults know these things) that the poor bird was doomed and not something I should be handling. It was hard to watch and do nothing.
Spring is long gone, so there are no baby birds waiting in a nest for her to return. I don’t think robins mate for life, so there was no special someone to worry or search for his wounded love. There was no one but me there.
Standing vigil, I was anxious about the feral cats that prowl my neighborhood. But we were alone. No cats, no birds, not even any other people showed up for the longest while. And when someone finally did approach I scrambled back into my house and watched out the window. Kids. They just walked by and didn’t even notice her lying there, quiet now. I was sure she was dead.
I watched for a moment to be sure, she lay on her side, still. I went to get a paper towel to clean up the pavement. All the while I realize I am harboring a hope that she will not be there when I get back.
I could easily let myself believe that she had recovered and flown away, never that a dog or cat took off with her. But no, she was still there and still dead. I had to steal myself, feeling the cold bony body through the paper towel. I stood there holding her for a moment thinking about the alternatives, bury her like the child in me felt was only right or put her in the dumpster with the refuse.
So, of course, I took my little garden spade and dug a hole in the back yard. There I laid her to rest with a silent eulogy.
This morning when I was taking my morning walk I noticed that the grave was open and her body was gone. The adult in me eyed every dog I met with suspicion. The child in me, forever believing in resurrection, is watching the sky.
©9/2012 Judith A. Sears
Freely Walking by Judith A. Sears
How I marvel at the effortlessness of walking.
Now, that I do not walk with the same ease
as when I was young.
I never thought then how much I would miss the free feelings
of an early morning stroll or an evening spent wandering.
My thoughtless movement from youth on grass
to middle age marching on pavement
to tread mill machines that take me nowhere
landing me back where I started only sore and aching.
I'd as soon dance as walk but fall demons pull me off balance
bringing my knees down to be torn by gravel.
So, that my cautiousness interferes with my progression
jailing the freely part of walking, in fear.
Avoiding fear is sitting alone hands shaking with desire
to go in sun and snow, easily, like a child
who can barely be contained to walking
for want of running unrestrained
a cheetah, liquid flowing through trees, hunting its prey
rather than me, stiff here between the tension of my anxiety
and my fond memory of esplanades on Sunday afternoons
or beaches at sunset.
©2013 Judith A. Sears
A Walk to Eternity
It was over in a flash. I never heard a sound. There was no pain,
no hurt.
One moment I was there and the next I was here. There was now a
divide between me and what was once my reality.
The scene was clear and vivid. It was me laying there my life's
blood slowly escaping my body.
But I was not there. I was in this new place.
I turned and looked around. It was misty and warm the was a scent
of freshness in the air. I turned back to look across the divide an now the
image was dimmer.
I could still see the details. There were others there now
ministering to my body in a vain attempt to save my life.
But it was too late as one by one they reconciled my fate, all
the time the image grew dimmer.
Soon it was gone.
Where was I? I had full presence of my soul but no idea of where
I really was.
What seemed like a path lay before me and I began to walk.
It seemed like hours, but then in the distance something was
there. A man. He looked at me and spoke, "welcome, your journey is near an
end, do not turn back, just a bit further"
Ahead a light shown clearly and I followed it slowly as I had
become weary from my journey.
As I turned a corner suddenly there was a great city in distance,
and before me a gate. A man surrounded by what appeared to be angles stood at the gate.
The man looked with compassion and said "you have arrived
here by your own hand, you may not enter".
I was over taken by an immediate awareness of where I was and at
the same time by the terror of what was about to happen.
I could only utter, "Oh no."
All was silent. Silent for so long. All of my life passed before
my mind's eye.
Then a voice from behind me, "This one is mine".
"He has accepted me".
"I was bruised for his iniquities and I am his sacrifice for
all of his sins". "He is mine and I am his now and forever more".
I turned to see, but the light was so bright I could not make out
any detail, and then a hand with large
scar in the palm reached out take mine, and the voice said "open the gate
that we may enter".
And all the angels said welcome.
----- Judith Sears
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