Saturday, January 9, 2016

STARSHINE AND SPIRIT-SPEAK

photo by Kori @ Heart of Vancouver Island



Open the window, so the spirits of the dying
can fly out and away, into the starry night.
May the song of the spheres serenade their passage,
moonglow illuminate the opening in the veil
between their new world and ours.
Watch the early morning light 
slowly outline the rosy mountains,
then faintly tinge the sky 
with the pink of promise: 
a new day begins, for we, the living.

This moment, as every moment,
all of the waters of the world
are traveling in riversong to the sea,
bearing life along its precipitous passage,
down the mountain slopes,
plunging over falls,
pooling in quiet eddies,
till finally it reaches the ocean's roar
and finds itself home again,
on tomorrow's shore. 

There be spirits here. Come walk 
in the ancient forest with me.
Hear Brother Wind whispering the shaman's song
softly through the branches of Grandfather Cedar.
If you listen closely, you will hear 
him speak.
He knows those who are lost, 
those who have journeyed on,
those who will return again. 
He will bring the touch 
of the one you have loved so well
on the evening breeze.
When the puff of wind touches your cheek,
know it was sent to you with love
from the spirit world,
to gently dry your tears.


from May 2015 posted for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United.

31 comments:

  1. This is beautiful, Sherry. I feel the love!

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  2. He knows those who are lost,
    those who have journeyed on,
    those who will return again.

    The beauty of the helpful spirits that can guide one towards correction. It is the feelings of being blessed that makes life a joy! Great lines Sherry!

    Hank

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  3. Nature is so much more alive if you listen closely.

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  4. Oh what a soul touching poem....I have often felt that touch...

    'When the puff of wind touches your cheek,
    know it was sent to you with love
    from the spirit world,
    to gently dry your tears.'

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  5. "all of the waters of the world
    are traveling in riversong to the sea,
    bearing life along its precipitous passage . . . " Thank you, thank you for the repost! You make me feel the restfulness in the shadow of cedars who see the flow of both the living and the dead.

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  6. Beautiful... all that water rushing home to the ocean has stopped .. to listen to your poem.

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  7. I love the poems you write which invite the reader to see the natural world as a cathedral, a place of regeneration.

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  8. this is what sets up apart from the ether universe isnt it Sherry

    "a new day begins, for we, the living."

    the clean slate of a new day

    Happy Sunday

    much love...

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  9. Lovely soulful piece Sherry :) especially love these lines:

    May the song of the spheres serenade their passage,
    moonglow illuminate the opening in the veil
    between their new world and ours.

    Beautifully penned!
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  10. i loved the way u began... like opening up... all closures...
    I'll call it evolving.

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  11. Home again....so beautiful! In thoughts and words...sounds like 'peace.'

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  12. Sherry, this is an incredible poem! I'm a sucker for poems with a mystery and shroud around them. A poem that brings me to silent places, and places where time lives, and yet seems to have stopped. Thanks for a great read!

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  13. You have a gift for speaking of the natural world in ways that bring out its wonder: "traveling in riversong", for example....what lyricism! Beautiful, Sherry!

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  14. This has the makings of a shamanic journey. I am always waiting to hear the songs of nature. I would like to paddle my canoe in the riversong..

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  15. Ah, how this spoke to me - after coming in from a walk among my trees. Grandfather Cedar - how true. The respecting of the natural and spiritual worlds, the messages of peace and comfort - so touched my heart.

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  16. Wow! The last lines were like a soothing balm to my weary heart.

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  17. Lovely poem Sherry, everything in unison as meant to be.

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  18. Nature has so many gifts to give us, and healing is at the top of that list,

    Elizabeth

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  19. Ah-h-h, the spirit world. I do love it so when I feel that presence. Lovely!

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  20. Oh Sherry, this is exquisite… just what my heart needed to receive this evening. Thank you friend.

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  21. i'm glad i read this wonderful spiritual song of yours, mi amiga.
    especially after my submittal being of disdain for the coldness of the heart. we live in both worlds and i look forward to entering into yours

    gracias

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  22. "a new day begins, for we, the living." : how true.
    and the ending lines are so breathtaking.

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  23. So hard to open the window when we aren't ready to say goodbye...i hope the universe shows us how..beautifully written

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  24. these lines touched me deeply:

    Watch the early morning light
    slowly outline the rosy mountains,
    then faintly tinge the sky
    with the pink of promise:
    a new day begins, for we, the living.

    It the beauty of a new day that you described that really motivate me this morning. Great write!

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  25. Walking with you and the spirits would be a wondrous experience indeed!

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  26. Very serene, and very spiritual, Sherry. :) I enjoyed this.

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  27. Feels so enchanted this poem for me, Sherry....yes, when we ask for spirit to show up. it will for sure...just be open ~ Such magic moment in your words...

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  28. Love the spirit song awakening and calling ~ A prayer to read tonight Sherry ~

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