With first light
the soul of the earth rises,
reaching through evergreen
and shy herds of deer,
silver cords of river fish
and human hearts
no longer sleeping.
Quietly we come,
something like praise
a lilt in our voices,
gathering the stones
of what we’ve forgotten
in a cairn of remembrance,
to mark the day
we chose to awake.
Don…what a poignant metaphor of our personal awakening!
Beautiful!
Another glorious “heart song” … THANK YOU!
Lovely, Don. I am reminded of the ancient praise to the sun. “You who are the source of all Life, whose rays illuminate the whole world. Illuminate also my heart that it too can do your work.”
Yes Don. This phrase, “silver cords of river fish and human hearts no longer sleeping” is a fine metaphor for the ebb & flow between heaven and earth, and my body temple is a cairn, a living shrine which marks each day the freely given gift. Praises!
Don, “earth altar” is a good expression. Striking. Thanks.
Lovely!
“Quietly we come, something like praise… a lilt in our voices…” Stunning mood, and such heart ~~ Beautiful, Don. I love this.
“chose to awaken” Yep. I choose every moment, actually.
So lovely!
Your poems always expand my heart…….thank you!