Be sure to Check out the Crow and the Angel...  At the crossroads came spirit of crow. Eyes with visions of events yet to hold. Caw singing remnants of words to be told. Feathers coursing patterns of winds still to blow. Forms, i spied, within its clutch taunted me with knowledge i could not touch. Signs well in mind, silently stepping, i moved. The eyes drew me hither, awaiting my approach to stop me beguiled at the encroach. Curiosity not equal to the length of my strokes. The crow replied “Pass” and released from its grasp nothing but glass. I had only to take a few steps back. Taking flight behind me, the crow began calling - “Come, i lead thee.  Come, i lead!” Fighting flight, i saw in its glory the demise of salvation nothing but choice. I could not follow.   The crow cried “Pass!” Tailing an arch to my back as i faced once again the crossroads of path. The scene, to my chagrin, changed to a question of sin. I vowed to accept rebuke then and there falling to earth on knees of despair anxious moments passed away. A voice then came from above “I have been there, i have seen.  To understand true freedom   alone you must be.”   I have been there.  I have seen. The words were haunting like some distant dream i could not place, nor could i trace. Then Crow appeared abruptly in face - “Child of Sun, daughter of Moon,  fly not to, but through.”

As fear spilled forth of being lonely alone  my path became clear and time came to go.  Clinging to ground, steadfastly, i found  wings beneath my skin.  Releasing my hold, eyes closed, i let go  and visions came of all below.  I flare now, i soar.  My path be not floor, but sky  My sky.  My Lord.  Travel with-in now distinctly with-out  for at the crossroads came Crow, the scout.

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