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My heart is heavy this week
contemplating all the chaos
my limbs are tired and weak
hot summer days carry on
sheltering in the cathedral of pines
I am a prayer waiting to be heard
seeking nature's sacred signs
how do I find cohesive words
I walk a narrow unmarked trail
communing with nature's wine
today, sunlight seems rather frail
why is love so difficult to define
eyes follow me hiding in the trees
I am a hymn waiting to be sung
cupped hands I fall to my knees
words begin to touch my tongue
letting out a cry the tears fall
a cooling rain, drifting clouds
beside the evergreen, so small
the sparrow songs grow loud
peace in the cathedral of pines
I am a prayer waiting to be heard
scratching down these humbling lines
a poetic verse for the chorus of birds
I am a human unstrung, a hymn unsung
an invocation, a heartfelt invitation
clinging to hope, all cannot be sunk
standing on the path of contemplation
linking with earthweal
writing a prayer for hard times
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it is so difficult to find words when confronted with the calamity in our world, yet you do so here with grace - even when we are "a hymn unsung" ~
ReplyDelete"I am a prayer waiting to be heard. I am a hymn waiting to be sung." How I love that! I feel that heaviness, the hope mixed with a bit of despair.........surely, this cant be the end of things? In B.C. the town of Lytton burned down night before last. Some people unaccounted for, who knows how many animals, wild and domestic eaten by the flames. 230 wildfires burning in the province, other towns threatened. How can global warming be any clearer? Yet no legislators have said the words: we must address climate change now. Gah.
ReplyDeleteNature embraces us and keeps us going on. Your words are infused with deep emotion.
ReplyDeleteNature's wine - I like that!
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