emerging from a chilling starkness
two-toned beings shed their darkness.
perched and preening folded wings
they clean themselves and ponder things.
a’pauled by shadow they’ve led and wallowed;
enthralled by shine they’re fed to swallow
basking selves in warming light
these two-toned beings prep for flight;
and they, as pages gently tern
devote their morn to groom and learn.
these paradoxical two-toned ones
are dark behind and white in front.
the coldness of their hours done
is purged by dawn of rising son.
and so the gospel, undeterred
reflects itself to man from bird,
as one cleans wings for flight of nest;
the other seeks his righteousness.