Light returns as the earth slowly wakens.
Warm in winter refuge, I feel the tug to rise
from beneath the woolen blanket.
The building creaks and groans
like my body in the first steps of morning.
A hymn of grace sounds within the earth,
melodies of joy and sorrow stirring
to begin the journey from dark to light.
The old and broken seek repair
and babes listen from the womb
as elders finger their beads,
voicing the incantation of new life
aching to come forth.
photograph by Louis MacKenzie
Reading of “Voicing the Incantation” with music by Jimi Hendrix
Don, I love the feel of this poem, especially “the elders fingering their beads”
and the Hendrix accompaniment, yes!
Don, I feel a very strong current moving through your poem today, resonating through the sound of your voice and continuing. There is power here!
This poem is beautiful.
Thanks Don!
I really loved this poem. God Bless you
I love the certainty of new life coming forth in every moment, this moment! Beautiful, Don!
Beautiful! Thanks for sharing.