Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Month: January, 2014

Cardinals

There is a pair of cardinals that would pay their occasional visits to the backyard. Though I am not entirely sure of their flight routines, I am aware that their appearances seem to be bound by a periodic pattern—the details concerning its particular time intervals have always eluded me.

With agile and energetic maneuvers, the two birds would glide up and down among the tree branches and garden furnishings. And because of the vibrant red-orange of their feathers, one can hardly take his/her eyes off them anytime they are anywhere in sight.

Today, for the first time this year, I had the fortune to see these lively, magnificent creatures again. With winter nearly to its rear and spring yet to have sprouted it first buds, at a glance, the yard is still in shades of withered, yellowish-gray. This made the winged guests especially eye-catching, for their fiercely bright coats sharply contrasted the stark hues of their surroundings.

Having spent most of the day like a ghoul, the sight of these cardinals brought forth relief, coupled by a sudden change of heart; their presence rebelled against and defied all that has perished outside: desiccated stretches of grass, leaf-less, snarled trees, and naked dry earth—all void of any vital sign. Yet there they were, alive and in flight amidst the dead, like messengers of Hope, delivering a kindred torch of life to the ones still living in bleak times.

Speaking with Peter

A Brother told me 

That He cared for 

Other people, and that

He wished to help them.

 

Though He a Brethren,

I could not believe Him.

 

Maybe it was because

He wore a passé 

Track jacket, and

Sweat pants full of lint. 

 

Or it could be that 

His face was covered in

A slew of horrid

Craters—

Something that pegged Him

For a serial killer.

 

Or was it me,

Who is of little Faith,

Had simply refused to believe

Any Good?