I just read the most beautiful post by Callid Keefe-Perry called Bird Shadows/Holy Spirit. He blogs at The Image of Fish if you want to check it out.
This is the part that I most loved:
"... sights of the shadow of a bird flitting
by the sill near the bed of an aging Grace,
who can no longer move but counts herself
lucky because at least she can still see.
This is my God:
expectant and grinning
wild and near."
I hope Mr. Keefe-Perry doesn't mind my quoting him!
Open my eyes today, God, to the shadow of the bird flitting by the sill of wherever I am.