You arrived as a dazzling sunbeam,
I was roving the world without love,
All my hopes were gone, and not a dream,
my soul lost, just as a wounded dove.
You brought in your eyes, and in your voice,
The pure air of a sweet and better choice,
Your hands and my hands just met,
and again palpitated my heart yet .
You, with the goodness of your love,
Taught me to smile, forgive, and have,
Not a cry of surly umbrage,
In final despair, and wastage.
At the sound of your crystal music,
I learned to live again by your rubric,
And I was reborn, nevermore beset.
It was Wednesday, hiking day in the Westflorded Forest. I had been making this ritual for a long time now.
Clearing
It put me in good humour and my body response, beside the natural tiredness, was a well-being that justified the effort.
After an hour of walking I found myself approaching the middle of the wood where there was a clearing. I felt its proximity because there was a quickly reduction of shadows and dampness in the air.
A few seconds before reaching the clearing I was surprised by the bright light that seemed to flow from the place.
As I walked past the last trees into the open space, I saw a beautiful being kneeling near a big bush, there was a vital light flowing from the strong body, and in that moment the luminous head turned towards me.
I cannot describe the beauty of that face, the eyes were so amazingly clear, and the way they looked at me showed a kind of solid sight, not the intangible way we human have, but a three dimensional embrace I cannot explain.
Wren
Then the figure smiled, and all things around seemed to explode in light and in a second there was a soft breeze that dissolved the vision into the common big bush.
In awe, I approached the shrub and to my amazement I see that the object of interest of the apparition was a little wren struggling to fly, but not making it because one of its wings was broken.
I took the bird, and carried it to town, where I left it in the Vet's office, with the promise to get it back when it has its wing healed.
Some weeks later I went to get the bird back and found it totally recovered, but confined in a small cage where it could not fly too much.
I took the cage and went to the clearing again, and setting it on the ground near the big bush, I opened the cage door, but the little wren was cowing in a corner of the prison.
I stood up and went back some paces, always looking at the bird.
When it saw I was far enough, it jumped to the gate and looking both sides leapt up and flew to a bough of a nearby tree.
I am not sure, but I think I could see a faint figure around the little wren as if embracing it, and smiling towards me. A great well-being filled me, and while the little wren flew away, it chirped as if saying:
You arrived as a dazzling sunbeam,
