last squeak of a mouse
snatched by an owl
Yes, my name means freedom, and truthful. Truly, a name fit for the gospel, for does not Jesus say, “Know the truth, and the truth will set you free…”?
But Frank is not my only name. I once had another. And through a miracle of life, my middle name is a variation of that name. James means “supplanter.” How ironic, considering the name that embodies freedom through truth, supplanted the supplanter.
What am I to make of this paradox? I live as freedom-through-truth, not supplanter, and yet I am fully the freedom-through-truth supplanter. Somewhere in the night, the Owl of deep wisdom takes another silent flight over the Coyotic and Ravenic paths I’ve often followed, searching for me.
While I’ve never felt the same affinity to the night raptor, perhaps now is the time to raise my arm to Athene’s own ambassador.
the owl’s shadow
How do we understand
the theme of our life?
dVerse Poets’ Poetics: What’s in a Name? (Pubtended by Amaya Engleking)
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ The Owl (posted by Sumana Roy)