Pigeons

I do get the best texts to work with sometimes. I love this poem by Marnanel Thurman, which I set as part of my Stations of the Cross but also works well as a stand-alone piece: Pigeons, to me, were always signs of hope: even the whirl of wings against the air would right me, show me once again the scope of who I was and whose I was and where; as when, in one deep shock of vertigo I saw the city...