Low clouds cross the valley
in a dry southerly wind,
the sun an occasional guest
during months of rain
feeding glaciers,
mountain rivers,
vast estuaries
rimming the coastline.
We depend on what we suffer,
aspiring to heaven as we slog
through puddles, our heads
hooded against the sky.
Bending with the wind
we find suppleness,
strength in letting go.
Carving totems
we raise our masks
to the blue gray heaven,
welcoming the giver of rain
and maker of clouds,
keeping faith before us
as we journey on.
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Reading of “Keeping Faith” with music by Tinariwen
A beautiful prayer of thanksgiving!
~ we depend on what we suffer ~ yessssssssss . . . 🙏
Keeping faith in a cold winter is important to us!
Yep. That’s exactly how it is…
Celebrating You!
Always moving onward keeping the faith and giving thanks to and for the Maker of All and for these beautiful words.
Wow Don. In these parched lands this is a blessing.