A red spark of poetry

I read this today and it felt like the spark off a match.

Like a Thousand Red Birds

Phil Porter


We clutch our tiny bits of faith in tight fists,
shoved firmly into our pockets.
We clutch it suspiciously, so unwilling to let it go–
we don’t want to lose it.
We clutch it fearing that once it is spent,
we will be without hope,
cast adrift, out of luck.
Help us loosen our grip.
Help us to pull our hands out of our pockets.
Help us to uncurl fingers stiffened over time,
to grow,
to shimmer,
to pulse,
to explode into the air
like a thousand red birds.


That’s the trick, isn’t it? To let go…

And what a light-filled idea, that shards of faith can become something able to take wing… – Katie