Blessing Way

In first light
the clouded skies
begin to lift,
sun burning through
to warm and awaken.
Quiet lays upon the land
with the sound of birds
and echoing calls
of nesting geese.
Heavens open
to the waiting earth,
intimate the touch
on a rising whale,
the throb of hummingbird
and this human heart
given as the ancients taught
to the blessing way.


















Reading of “Blessing Way” with music by Norm Smookler.


8 Responses to “Blessing Way”

  1. keith says:

    Feels like you opened your eyes after a wonderful meditation and described what you were witnessing. love the beauty described.

  2. David Banner says:

    Don….I love the blessing way…as I age, this is my primary mission!

  3. Tom Figel says:

    Don, the poem has the lovely sounds of first light, including the silences.

  4. Steve says:

    That is so easy to visualize and to feel the sacred morning light. I can almost smell the freshness of the new morning. Beautiful Don!

  5. Edward Haimes says:

    So beautiful, Don. I awaken to the fresh smell of Spring rain. I welcome the bluebird, the hummingbird, the western tanager, grosbeak, nesting house wren, and soon others. The welcoming way is the blessing way. There is an old Irish proverb, ” It is in the shelter of each other that the people live.” Thank you for sheltering the words of the divine.

  6. Jean Berman says:

    Thank you, Don, for speaking this way of wonder so many of us cherish.

  7. Maria Frid says:

    Wondrous! Thank you, Don, for your consistent generation of beauty!

  8. David Barnes says:

    Gratitude, for walking with you Don, and many others, in the Spirit of the Blessingway

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