The prompt at We Write Poems today introduced me to an epic Persian poem by Farid ud Din Attar : The Conference of the Birds, and asked us to give our own version. Having read and been moved by the original, my own version can only be a poor pastiche. Better far for you to read the real thing, all 4000 odd lines of iambic pentameter.
A thousand birds set out to find their King.
A hoopoe guides them, keeps them on the path.
Some birds are frightened, fly away. Others falter by the way.
A mere thirty remain to journey to the end.
Stories are told imparting powerful wisdom,
Mysteries unfold, inspiring awe yet comforting
their fearful souls until a mirrored miracle
reveals the purpose of their adventuring,
shows them how in love they are united,
transformed into the ultimate Creator.
Enfin we morph into they and they become He.