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Cardinals by Krista Angelique


This poem arrived out of spirit, upon taking care of my mother as she took her final breath...

I cared for Mother with the help of hospice, in her home, where she wished to pass into spirit. We administered morphine to ease the pain as her body struggled in letting go. My mother and I shared this most tender and sacred time of departure in one’s life, crossing every bridge together, till her last breath, with my cradling her body, and holding her hand just as she had asked me to do. This poem is about Mother's animal spirit, the cardinal.

Cardinals

In Shamanism, it is said, 
When a cardinal visits 
It is someone from heaven
Stopping by to say hello. 
They appear in one’s life
When they are in a time of despair,
And also in times of celebration. 

When my mother took her last breath
I already knew the cardinals would visit.
The cardinal was her animal spirit
And she loved their singing
As she, too, sang beautifully. 

A dear person,
Shortly after her death,
Found a cardinal feather. 
He gifted it to me
Knowing my connection to that bird
And how it was also my mother’s 
Power animal. 
I placed it next to her rosary
And the now dried roses 
we had placed above her head
After her ascension. 

My mother saw angels, 
Within her second wind,
She saw my wings, too,
Spoke of how beautiful they are.
She saw everyone in the room, 
The wings they themselves
Could not see on their own backs.
She saw angels, in us, 
And also those surrounding us. 

She turned to me and said,
“Krista Angelique, you’ll now 
Be the one who collects angels.” 
“Ok. Mom,” I said. “I will.” 

And now when the cardinals appear
Which seems almost daily now,
I say, “Hello, Mom, Thank you for visiting.”
To mom, to spirit, to the angels
That continue to guide and protect
And live within us all



Krista Angelique (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. 


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  1. it was lovely to read this. didn't know that about cardinals. my late aunt was very fond of them. was very beautiful. thank you for sharing about your mother. best wishes

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  2. Beautiful comforting words. I am so sorry for your loss

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