Murmuration Blessing

Oh! What wonder
that I should be graced
to witness a small 
flock of singing starlings
suddenly fall silent,
and as if one body
lift from the branches.
A singularity
floating, swooping, soaring 
to music I cannot hear, but see.
An orchestra with wings.
A drab grey canvas brought to life
with poetic movement.
A performance of the ages, 
with an accidental audience of one
star-struck human awed
by the glory of it all.

Bless you, Starlings, for the 
exquisite wonder and delight
you bring to the world.
Bless you for honouring 
your calling and praising
with your bodies.
Bless you for showing us
the beauty of community
and being part of something
bigger than ourselves.

​- Wendy Janzen