
Give Your Hand
Quiet the restless mind, still the surge of emotion. Let this hour belong to the One who grants the gift. Leave the drunkards at their bar, your hand given to the Beloved. Reading of “Give
This collection of 100 poems by Don Hynes resonate with the rhythms of crashing waves and towering forests from the heart of the Pacific Northwest. Hynes explores the rugged beauty of trees, rocks, and rolling waves through an intimately personal lens.
More than nature poetry, these are soul poems – borne of memory, heartache, and dream visions. They reach transcendentally across time and space to connect with the reader’s own experiences of change and self-discovery.
Poems that reach into lifetimes – past, present and those to be imagined, and in the tradition of America’s most enlightened poets such as Mary Oliver and William Stafford, speak in a quiet voice of your place on earth and the place you are preparing.
Quiet the restless mind, still the surge of emotion. Let this hour belong to the One who grants the gift. Leave the drunkards at their bar, your hand given to the Beloved. Reading of “Give
Slow to awaken, slow to follow bear from winter’s cave, as redbuds leaf and plum trees flower the deep earth signal. Hungry for light I stagger into the morning, repentance on my mind. Wandering beneath the flowering trees, bathed in forgiveness, I hear the far off calling but right here
Dragons of the defiled mind roar against spring tree flowers, breathe fire upon the sleeping. Death, death it is their horrid voices croak, as mountain rivers melt in rushing floods. Yet even as waters boil, from deep within the earth armies of the angel arise, trumpeting symphonies of the apocalypse.