Prayer for Remembering
Dark trees leave shadows for the sun to find.
I find small gnomes in tree-hollows, mossy.
Underneath the roots there lives my Mother
filling Herself
with leaves.
She grows upward into birds’ nests woven.
She never sleeps but brings us new surprises:
aurora, snow-scapes, honey bees and stars.
Goddess, allow me to always see your
beauty. Allow me to understand your sounds
of constant
awakening life.
Forgive my broken spirits when I’m blind
to the comfort in your snow blankets. Deep
whiteness echoing greener grass than black
summer nights, forcing stars to fight the street
lamps. Forgive me for doubting your laughter
during melancholy
sleepless nights.
3 comments:
...trees leave shadows for the sun to find...
...blind to the comfort in your snow blankets...
...forcing stars to fight the street lamps...
The imagery is riveting, a sublime transcription of emotion and a commanding incantation of experience. Your poetry whirls in my thougths days after the first reading
Sorry about the delete and re-post.... I noticed a typo, but fixed it. BTW, thank you for your wonderful comments on the sketch. I shared them with Daniela and she smiled. She also laughed about the graph paper comment. Your observations (wild and free) lured me back to the day I first met her and my first impression of her..., which included a similar assessment. Hope your cell-ing, knitting and writing are all doing well.
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