The Hawk

Come quick! And not too close upon the cliff.
The hawk is rising, gliding on our heat.
He fills the view!

Oh, hawk! Your wide embracing wings complete
Such majesty, so close we see you blink!
He knows you're here.

He knows and turns his throbbing heart to you.
Cry out! But do not reach before your time,
He's ageless now.

And there, he wheels and sweeps like some great hand
And gestures down the valley like the guide
You've always known.

Great love has no more end than does the sky
So let his heartbeats echo evermore
Upon the wind.

Nik Habermel, August 1996