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Elisabeth M. Priest

When my husband and I first moved to the Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania area eight years ago, we had no plans to settle here. But I've discovered that the heart sometimes puts down roots where we least expect it. While living here I've gotten my master's degree in theology, begun teaching church history, and most importantly of all, given birth to my daughter, now three years old. Through all of these experiences, reading and writing stories and poems has remained a happy constant in my life. Stories and poems are two of the most gracious ways that the Lord nourishes those heart roots.

The Bird is There

The bird is there;
wings beat the air.
Movement flutters, almost flies
against pink-blossomed
piece of sky.
The bird is there;
hidden, small
almost not there at all
except for flash of light
and dappled wing;
hear now, he sings.
The bird is there;
his shadow casts long tail
like streaming vine
across the wooden arbor.
The bird is there;
that truth, our harbor,
known by movement,
light and voice.
Comes the moment of our choice
we cannot put this on the shelf.
By shadow cast
he proves
his most substantial self.

Copyright ©2005 by Elisabeth M. Priest