Countless are the Bones

Countless are the bones
beneath our feet,
each sacrifice of those
who’ve gone before
a gift to the newly born.
They are present
on moonlit nights,
in fluttering trees
and the echo of owls,
looking on
with tender care
as we find our way
through the living dark.

 

 

 


photograph by Sandy Brown Jensen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reading of “Countless are the Bones” with music by Samuel Barber


 


10 Responses to “Countless are the Bones”

  1. Keith says:

    So true Don.
    Makes me proud to be alive continuing the work of the generations before.
    This is why we are here.

  2. Jim Frid says:

    On this day I think upon the countless mothers who have gone before to make all the rest possible

  3. Athena Coleman says:

    Such a beautiful prayer, thank you, Don.

  4. David Banner says:

    Don…what a tribute to our ancestors!

  5. Tom Figel says:

    Don, not just in fluttering trees and echoing owls. Your poem is a wonderful reminder. Thank you. – Love, Tom & Nancy

  6. susan bennett says:

    What is in a bone…your poem is a prayer of honor…humbling awareness of the flow of life in and out of Being

  7. Veronica Lim says:

    Beautiful, Don. Your words are accompanied perfectly by Samuel Barber’s music. Thank you.

  8. Maria Frid says:

    Bones upon bones provides the bedrock for our grateful living……….. I am because we are. So lovely, Don!

  9. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    Thank you Don, we each have an inheritance of both light and dark from our ancestors, as you so pointiantly articulate in your book “The Irish Girl”. If we’re open to it, there is very specific unfinished work that falls in our lap from our ancestors, and also some precious gifts.

  10. Geoff Tisch says:

    There’s a great watch on Youtube about an Irish girl:-
    Margaret Gallagher, My Thatched Cottage. You might appreciate it Don.

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