Flying Lessons

At dusk a strange bird
Appeared to the assembly
Crying, calling
A coven to convene
Chanting, weaving
Stories kind and devilish
Building momentum
Whirling like a dervish
Shining light blinding
Stretching out his shadow
Casting it beneath our feet
For all and one to see
Tracing out patterns
Holy and obscene
Blessing, baptizing
Inviting the willing
We soar for an hour
On borrowed crows wing
Flying, wheeling
Returning for a landing
Excited and relieved
Panting, sweating
Unchanged and yet redeemed
Tales will be told tonight
Told, but not believed