Black Flight

One solitary feather I found,
The breeze teasing it off the ground.
In the light, the way it fluttered,
The raven's name I spluttered.
Long had they not been seen,
But upon this land, upon this green,
The violet and the blue,
The green and golden true,
Shine so soft within my hand.
Where does it fly, its owner grand?

I looked in the distance to see him there,
The places he had been I knew not where.
But there he flew, quick and strong
Onward, onward, his flight so long.
May-hap it be that I live as he,
My journey flows o'er land and sea,
Our paths are the same, this raven and I,
We both have hearts that touch the sky.
Though through trials and troubles we trod,
Still we fly, the created of God.