Beautiful One
[A Tale of the Banded Dotterel]

There you are beautiful one,
revealed yourself at last,
I hear your twips
you hidden amidst shells and sand. 

I waited, you chose to show yourself, 
you moved, stopped. Walk and stop, 
It’s just how you walk,
feeding along the way.

On this sand-whipped spit
you breed, come storm, flood and surge.
Adept, here you raise your young.
O how Crìost shines through you.

© Craig A Roberts, 2022
From Waymarks: Pilgrim Journeys.
Take a Glimpse 

Crìost: Scots-Gaelic for Christ

Photo: Adobestock

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