Where angels gather
windswept rocks
and rooted pine
and raptors in their solace;
there the burning is within
the flame whose wood is light
igniting the record
of all their choices
right and wrong
fueling the rise
into deep blue
burning, letting go
light and ash
becoming seed
spread with wings
upon the wind.
Thanks, Don – I needed that sense of context this morning. I’m grateful that our human experience is contained in a larger, cleansing reality.
My Prayers are released with smoke upon the wind, ashes descending to our Mother. Thanks for this reminder… and prayers are projections of Gratitude for this man, providing solace in my life and gifts of wonder.
I got a strong visual on that one, my friend….keep up the great work!
lovely and warming: makes our choices seem so insignificant: allowing more choices without restrictions.
Thanks, Don. Beautiful reminder that there is really no such thing as a “permanent record” to be dragged around behind. Resolution/forgiveness is an ongoing, fluid process opening the door to the present at a creatively higher level.
I like this because it reminds me that true prayer is not the act of asking God or whomever to handle something on my behalf, but it is finding the core of me, the balance point where I finally feel in my bones that all will be well. I particularly love the imagery of this poem.
No comment but gratitude for that which streamed forth from each of you, creator and respondees alike.
AMEN Pichay