Singing Us Home

I harvest words within the earth

made of owl wing, moon change,

fallen trees and stubborn grass,

old rocks lending their stories,

wet spray of the winter sea,

speaking in voices more eloquent

than my translation, bowing

before her spreading garment

hoping to sing us all home

in the remaining light.



13 Responses to “Singing Us Home”

  1. Ron Silver says:

    sweet poem. I can feel the components of the song coalescing

  2. Pat Fitzsimmons says:

    Thank you Don, you have moved me beyond words, which is the point of poetry in the first place!

  3. Meridy Migchelbrink says:

    Deep beauty, deep magic. Thanks for the incantation, Don!

  4. Bill Dare says:

    Resonates w/ this man’s experience, Don. Great photo as well. Thanks, Brother.

  5. T Johansson says:

    You’re on a roll, Bro’ — fire in the belly!

    Hot Hugs, Sista T

  6. Lloyd Meeker says:

    Keep singing, Bro – there’s enough light left for those who want to come with us…

  7. Maria Jimenez Frid says:

    Thank you for speaking so eloquently for our sacred earth. She needs a voice. You understand her powerful language. I love hearing it!

  8. “…hoping to sing us all home in the remaining light” I see a bit differently from what I understand your poem to say. Remaining light doesn’t have to mean twilight but remaining light before brilliant sunrise in all our lives. Love the image of “singing us all home”.

  9. Betty says:

    I bring my own story to “remaining light” as well, as well we should. Lovely, always, Don.

  10. Athena Coleman says:

    If your words were food the world would be sated and no one would go hungry ~
    This poem moved me to tears.

  11. sylvia mcafee says:

    Lovely, Don. Thank you.

  12. Allen Guisinger says:

    Don, your words give voice to our shared awareness that the incredible magic and beauty of sacred Life and Creation is still present. thank you.

  13. Bill Elbring says:

    I like this one especially. I am left sitting in the mystery.

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