My Beautiful Silent Warrior

My beautiful silent warrior

With gold-tipped white wings

That were relaxed but ready to spread

And take flight at a moment’s notice

Sat at the end of my bed

Beckoning me toward him

He looked so familiar

My soul mirrored back at me

He looked like me

He looked like “us”

He pulled a bottle of oil

From the pocket of his vest

Opening it and releasing the sweet

Musky scent of Spikenard

The sacred oil Mary used on Jesus’s feet

I could not resist and I felt myself separate

From the earthly clay I had embodied for so long

And I moved toward him

Leaving my worn-out body behind

Like an apparition in the moonlight

I felt the ancient sensation

Of my own wings coming back

Small nubs where

Mortal shoulder blades once were

I felt feathers starting to sprout

On the skin on my forearms.

Silver tipped and feminine

Next to his masculine gold

He reached his arms toward me

Wings expanding in an arc

As he anointed my forehead with the oil

Looking down on me with

The familiar eternal love

And intimacy we always shared

I nuzzled against his strong chest and into his arms

He held me close and gentle like a precious

Baby bird that had fallen from its nest

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso

As he suddenly started to run

His wings expanding with me held tight

And we took flight

Soaring toward the holiness of home

Returning to the light beings we always have been

Leaving our old and tired human carcasses behind

We were finally going home

Together

As One

- Julie O'Hara 2023

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