"Hawks"
I noticed Hawks among the hills,
Which swoop and soar, hang there until
Another updraft draws them on –
They flap their wings and they are gone.The dogs stand guard against this foe,
Their property and air-space, so
The Hawks don’t come into their space –
They bark and dance – defend their place.I doubt the Hawks have even seen
Performance which for dogs has been
A crucial form of maintenance –
Of boundary lines in the home defense.So too in life – our song and dance
Which we perform each circumstance
We feel a threat to culture’s turf –
We fend it off and fear the worst.The worst? Why yes, our culture’s turf,
Dismantled by outsider’s first
Big boot upon our treasured ways –
Best fend them off so present stays.We change, oh yes, but when we choose;
Not quickly, lest our past we lose;
So do not swoop above our hill
Which precious is – defended still.Perhaps up there you do not care
About our ways, how we prepare
Each precious part of life down here –
Once lost, it’s gone and that we fear.Dear Lord, help us to gentle be
When flying high by chance we see
Some keen defenders on their turf –
Lest we fulfill some dread curse.Thanks Lord for this.
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