Crow Medicine
The Mystery of Love's Great Physician
A poem inspired by the following short audio clip taken from an interview with Dr. Martin Shaw. I would recommend anyone, and everyone listen to the full interview at the link provided and seek out his books, podcasts and Substack, though I dare say I preach to the choir in this regard.
How to Survive the Apocalypse of Truth, Beauty and Meaning
Crow Medicine: The Mystery of Loveโs Great Physician
I have looked now into the Crowโs eye
It is a window framed in black
And also, a mirror looking back
A moon eclipsed in a September sky
There will be no return
The carcass is already laid bare
To cover it now would not deflect his stare
Crow medicine must burn
Though he to me be perched in woody firmament
His flight comes on winds rushing
From places deep and dark and hushing
To enact the terror of the holy impermanent
A last cry for the Comforterโs dove
but shadowed wings must be unfurled
He comes now to suck the sorrow from the world
In the most spectacular act of love.