Voices on the Wind
ON HER CLIMB TO GRATITUDE
by Beate Sigriddaughter
On her steep climb to gratitude,
impatient as ever, she stumbles, twists
her ankle, limps into a whisper
of God's breath: I only want to be
honored. I too dislike critique,
my friend, I don't want to be told
what to do or when. Trust me, I know
what I am doing. This world is my best
shot. Not once did God declare
I am too good for you. She feels
the loud black wings of ravens beat
as though they were her own.
How beautiful you are, she sings.