Starling Theology

Startling me awake,
the starling striking
the front room window.

I go out to see the body
but he’s alive, if dazed.
Bend over to pick him up

and he’s gone, flying away
straight, landing in the neighbor’s
lilacs.   Miracle, resurrection —

what must he have thought
of the figure
bending over him?  I would speculate

but then, I’d have to check myself —
who knows what theology starlings
have created already to explain us?

And what self-important god
would want to be the reason for
a crisis of faith?