Sunday, May 12, 2013

in beauty, in beauty

Eagle Poem

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can’t see, can’t hear;
Can’t know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren’t always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

I know I've posted this video several times already, but it's very soothing for a Sunday morning.

I seem to have a need for poems that are blessings, and prayers, lately, so was quite thrilled to come across the Harjo poem, above.

May your day pass, in beauty, in beauty.

1 comment:

  1. meandering my way over here is a tonic ... one that always seems to soothe


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