forsythia

i sound like small bells
in the wind or a small boat

to a lost and faraway island

returning, with cargo of

lemons and loaves.  you have seen

my flags of warning.  or peace

unearthed citrine stones

faceted with stars of my name.

i am one million goldfinches

fluttering to find one nest

in the heart of God.  and i am 

God's gold heart, shining.

(clipped to my fridge, author attribution unknown)