The Lights

Last night we saw the northern lights.

A ridge of phosphor

raining down brilliance.

I have not seen them

for the last 

quarter century.

The last time was when

I carried my newly

 adopted

seven year old daughter

lightweight and frail

after four homes

and two shelters.

Then they were red

the holy grail spilling

into our lives.

Last night they were green,

shifting hue coiling,

dropping shafts in the dark

like rain in the mountains.

Is God speaking?

For now my daughter 

has a son.