I who have come so far, find welcoming <br />Two small pied shadows dancing in the air. <br />Laughing at their delightful powhiri <br />I gather up their rautapu gifting, <br />Cherishing their tumble-round uplifting. <br /> <br />Yet piwakawakas I am aware - <br />You forewarn a threshold to my ending. <br />Once under my roof there’s no gift to share - <br />Just dark warriors' stern attending. <br /> <br /> <br />We brought the farthings sparrows to your place. <br />They once welcomed priests by flitting the space <br />Across the roof beams of an old thane’s hall <br />And gave us hope of welcome everlasting <br />To God’s mercy, ending sorrow's fasting. <br /> <br />I proffer you this blessing shared with all.<br /><br />Keith Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messengers-relent-the-piwakawaka/
