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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.
posting for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United, where there are wonderful poems to read every Sunday morning. Do join us.
You already know their languages. <3
ReplyDeleteThese are the lyrics to a melodious song nodding to the smallest birds all the way up beyond the largest life form of all. To teach and quiet and transform you? The mother hugs you close and shows you that you already know The Way.
ReplyDeleteSo mote it be!
ReplyDeleteSo few of us are worthy to sing along with nature's choristers. I would rather listen and learn and weep at what we have done. Let's hope the ocean survives so she can start her work all over again.
ReplyDeleteI would love those languages, but I would still be afraid what they might tell me..
ReplyDeleteWould love to speak tree and sing whalesong..what a difference it would make to my soul.
ReplyDeleteYou always make the world feel both magical and accessible Sherry - I suppose it's a case of looking outwards and upwards - which is harder than it sounds but worth it when we can xo
ReplyDeletethese words are the songs of mother nature. :)
ReplyDeleteSuch serene and beautiful images :D one should definitely be in touch with nature and be aware of its language.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
I love this, especially the following:
ReplyDelete"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"
To sing along with nature's blessings is to appreciate little things that slip the attention of ordinary folks. But somehow poets thrive on them! Thoughtful thoughts Sherry!
ReplyDeleteHank
So beautiful...if only I could quiet my monkey brain enough to notice these things all the time. But I do try, and when I can sit in the quiet, it's pure peace.
ReplyDeleteWe indeed have to learn the language of nature to communicate and get its wisdom...I believe in times with no language barrier....
ReplyDeleteA lovely conversation with Mother Sky, thanks for sharing with us
ReplyDeleteMuch love...
So beautiful, Sherry. I think you must know many of these languages, but for many they are too busy to stop to learn.
ReplyDeletewords pass with weight here.
ReplyDeleteHappy Sunday.
I listen.
ReplyDeletelovely, i always loved looking at clouds..
ReplyDeleteA beautiful poem about living with Nature... Lovely.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeleteYou will always sing the song of the ocean as you hear it speak in a language you understand. The clouds spoke today we had some snow squalls.
This does sound like a quiet song or a soft chant. It is calming and soothing as Mother Earth's song would be. Nature is all around us, and maybe one day we will really begin to listen,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is so joyful, Sherry. Very much in the spirit of awe and reverence that my poetic psyche drifted in this day.
ReplyDeleteincredible.
ReplyDeleteFrom what I have read in the past, you already know these languages and translate them so well to us. Will be linking next week and will see you thenn. Spencer is Kanzensakura
ReplyDeleteGrandfather Cedar, I am listening...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful,
ReplyDeletesherrie, one I want to print and read daily. There is so much peace and joy in this poem, a musical painting.
A wonderful prayer.
ReplyDeleteI specially adore this part Sherry:
ReplyDeleteMother Sky, teach me
how to sing like small bird, like raven,
like Owl.
Your spirit soars in this prayer Sherry. Thank you for it.
ReplyDelete(Obviously, I've been catching up on my reading. Where have I been? Just busy with life.)