She Lands

She lands,
Without a sound
A moment in her journey
Wings back, waiting
Quietly assessing her place
The slow opening, a moment of pause –
One, two, three, four
The sacred pause of trust
She lifts her wings again, pause
Then the beat begins
Wings silently open and close
Like the slow steady beat of a native drum
The steady beat of a heart without worry
Displaying the glory of her beauty
From both sides
A pattern uniquely hers
Yet immediately recognized by all who see her
Her strength is in her steadiness,
In the sacred pause between each beat
Her journey is her own
In her own time
Knowing there is no rush
Like the way her life began
The caterpillar spinning its chrysalis
Where it waits
In the deep, dark, sacred pause of transformation
And then she begins to emerge
Slowly breaking through
Knowing the work to emerge is where her strength begins
For the next portion of her journey
And she became her Self
Unwavering in her calm
She lands without a sound

-Stacey A. Filice