Hawk Calling from the Cross

Refreshed. Wine and bread, blood and body. Coffee and hugs, chatting and loving.

We then stepped out into dazzling light and wakening breeze to hear the shriek. And then another, and another.

This dramatic shriek is the same they put with TV clips of eagles soaring. But real eagles don’t need counterfeit calls to make them noble.

Look up and around. Where is this courageous comeback, red tailed hawk? The roof, the tree, the belfry?

There she is, on top of the cross! Another was perched on our utility pole at Heatherhope, on the way to church. Another will swoop and soar deliciously around our car on the way home. Are they trying to tell us something?

On the cross. Did you feel the drama? Will you take the time to hear my cry? Will you awaken and look? Will you see me?

Red tailed hawk calling from the cross of Salem Lutheran Church, Sycamore, IL. Photo by John