Friday, April 27, 2018

THE LANGUAGE OF CLOUDS





Looking at the sky, we long to learn
the language of clouds, of mountaintops.
Mother Sky, teach me
how to sing like small bird, like raven,
like Owl.
Quiet my heart, so I may listen
to the breath of Grandfather Cedar,
and learn to speak tree,
to speak river,
to speak wind.

Transform my soul
to make me worthy of
learning to sing
in whalesong.
Lead me along the shore,
to count the waves,
my heart singing 
joyously and forever
the song of Ocean.


One from 2015 that you may have seen before. Shared with the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where you will find fine reading every Sunday morning.

26 comments:

  1. Such a beautiful poem! (And prayer.) I could read it a hundred times and not tire of it. xx

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  2. "Quiet my heart" is key, and all too rare!

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  3. I think I much prefer this kind of prayer than those of Catholic mass.

    Lovely.

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  4. Yes, we do need to be able to learn the language of clouds. This is such a beautifully prayerful poem!

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  5. I remember this one and even when I read it before I wanted to learn to speak river and wind... beautiful Sherry!

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  6. Being immersed in the natural world whether it be old world forest or deserted beach, crawling through a cave, or having a wild animal come up to you and sniff you out, nod yes that you are safe allow you stay there as though saying "Yes you are OK".

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  7. Transform my soul
    to make me worthy of
    learning to sing
    in whalesong...... beautiful. Your poetry always touches my soul, so thank you for sharing.

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  8. A prayer for serenity, I think, especially in bird and whale songs.

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  9. Sigh I love this especially; "Transform my soul to make me worthy of learning to sing
    in whalesong."💜💜

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  10. I love your hymns to nature. They make me want to drop everything and ramble in some of the lovely wooded areas near me.

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  11. Oh I do remember this one... especially love the use of words...
    To speak river and speak wind...

    thank you for sharing again

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  12. Ah yes, we can learn so much from nature ~ bounty, beauty & grace!

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  13. When we speak the language of nature we are indeed transformed....beautiful Sherry!

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  14. Beautiful, Sherry. I love your answer to Mary's poem. Living with a wolf is quite remarkable.

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  15. having been a cloud watcher since youth I really connected with this...

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  16. I loved this one the first time around, reading it is like seeing the brightest of smiles on the face of of a beloved friend. I still want to learn how to sing like raven... and speak tree.

    Love, love, love.

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  17. Exactly. What is our own human song? Maybe we should sing "I love you."

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  18. The cadence and the words - hypnotic and transcendent. Beautiful, Sherry.

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  19. lovely and rhythmic as water :)

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  20. Looking at the sky, we long to learn
    the language of clouds,

    This opens up to me Sherry. Hank likes painting and looking up to the sky is a fascinating pastime. A lot of images can be seen and they move and change shapes there and then!

    Hank

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  21. This is such a peaceful poem....singing with the voice of nature.....I can't think of anything better.

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  22. the songs of nature anytime over the noise of the cities. :)

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  23. I love seeing this poem again! I can see you communicating within each language. I believe we are the most isolated of all the speaking things.

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