Dear, dear followers: see if YOU can determine the mystery carried by this “seventh” crow and how he is akin to Old Crow with our critterly friends on our own journy.


The seventh crow banks and wheels,
circling over the silicon sea,
eyeless he sees, and earless hears,
but never a word says he.

Of blackest midnight shape his wings,
make every quill a fountain pen,
and trace in glowing synmetry
knowledge beyond mortal ken.

Far below and all around,
bright circuitry and fields of wire,
contain the mystery within,
spelled out in runes of glowing fire.

Circling over the silicon sea,
the seventh crow keeps watch below,
faithfully he guards his charge,
the secret none shall ever know.

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  1. willowdot21
    Mar 20, 2012 @ 05:06:16

    This is old crow he is the one with the secret of the Lord and the light and seven …he is the seventh crow from the seventh nest! : ) big big hug!!

  2. KC
    Mar 20, 2012 @ 09:13:07

    Woot! My first reblog. *celebrates* Thank you -very- much for all your comments, granbee! *hugs*

    As for the crow, yes, he is Crow…and have you ever heard the counting crows rhyme? One for sorrow, two for joy, three for girls and four for boys, five for silver, six for gold, and seven for a secret never to be told.

    The rhyme is as old as this country, at least, and folk lore calls it a Luck Charm. That to me means basically a prayer, and one made every time they saw a crow or magpie or other corvid. I can imagine the crows showing themselves more often to those who used the rhyme… 😉

    The secret…well, I suspect we -all- have one. One that only One being can hold for us, and keep it safe, until we reach the place that -has- no secrets…the Light will burn them away, and leave us clean and whole. *hugs again*

    • granbee
      Mar 20, 2012 @ 22:09:37

      KC, as you could see, and seem to agree, your “seventh crow” just melded so wonderfully with my Old Crow! Each bearing more secrets, slowly revealed in the fullness of time. I grew up in Mississippi in the 1950 and 60s hearing many old traditions about crows! And when I went away to college, more than one of my new male friends collected those 3-4 foot tall plastic “Old Crows” dressed in formal dress with a top hat, used to advertise a popular whiskey of that era known as OLD CROW! The goofy-but-surprisinly revealing insights of those classmates who had those “Old Crows” is playing a part in this journey we are on now! Anyone my age has collected hugh libraries full of material just from living! Hugs back at you–and so pleased to be the source of your first reblog!

  3. writinggomer
    Mar 23, 2012 @ 08:38:28

    That was good! Awfully Crowy around here lately 🙂

    It’s black, it flies
    It’s back, it never dies

    It has wings, it does not sing
    It brings, to us a ring

    Oh look, a circle of gold
    out of the book, as was foretold

    wait, not a ring but a crown
    wait, no small thing, this crown of renown

    a crown for all, who are faithful too
    carry on and do not fall, children of the One who is faithful and true.

    On the spot something or other! Be blessed Rose!


    • granbee
      Mar 23, 2012 @ 23:36:27

      Greg, how DO I manage to get you going with such lively versification, over and over? Wait–I know: it’s the Holy Spirit at work! Hallelujah! Bless you ever so much! Lots of crows here this spring, as well!

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