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, which I will share with the Poetry Pantry, where you will find fine reading of a Sunday morning.
'Looking at the sky, we long to learn
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How lovely! I love nature and your poem is very refreshing. :)
just awe-some
ReplyDeleteLove the desire to know and be part of. Wasn't it Merlin who knew all these languages? Of the animals, I think, but not the most interesting elemental aspects of earth.
ReplyDeletespeak tree, river and wind.. Sherry how I would love to be able to do that...what stories they would be able to tell us!!!!
ReplyDeleteSherry, I have the same desires...beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteYes, if only. We would be rich indeed, with these gifts! But still we will be quiet, and we will listen. Perhaps we are like my kitty, he speaks his own language, and has no need to learn what I speak, as he seems to know it all? Do we think we know it all? Yes, I answer my own question, "man" does think he knows it all, and yet, his actions tell us he is foolish!
ReplyDeleteThis is full of wants shared by my soul, of song I want to sing, of words I want to feed on and make true... Such a lovely chant, Sherry.
ReplyDelete"and learn to speak tree,
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to speak wind." ah...if only...
This is such an open-hearted and joyful piece. It makes me want to stand in the middle of a green place and say the words.
ReplyDeleteAnyone can learn to speak tree, to speak river, to speak wind. Unfortunately, there are few who desire to do so. You are one of the few. Be blessed.
ReplyDeleteLove the language here... to speak tree to speak river... I think I remember this poem.
ReplyDeleteThe language of clouds and transformation are indeed worthy contemplation for the memory of The Ascension of our Lord
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard today Sherry
Much love...
Gosh this is soo incredibly beautiful, Sherry!❤️Especially love; "Transform my soul to make me worthy of learning to sing in whalesong."❤️
ReplyDeleteinspires wonderful images, this one
ReplyDeleteI think learning the song of thee earth around us is the only way we will survive--beautiful work!
ReplyDeleteThere are far too few who seek to know these other languages, and that is sad indeed...
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
This is wonder-full in its transcendence and, for me, articulates the yearning to move beyond the limitations of our 'humanness'. "Transform my soul" is so impactful ... in essence, take my spiritually to the next level, where I will have full communion with the earth. A fantastic piece of writing, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWho knows: perhaps, it is possible to transform to that forever song of ocean ... a bliss we never return from.
Beautiful ~ I love the teachings from mother earth ~
ReplyDeleteSadly most of us are like truants from Mother Earth's teachings. The sooner all the idiots on Earth go off the colonize Mars the better.
ReplyDeleteA symphony of thought and words - a good poem to revisit Sherry
ReplyDeleteMother Sky, teach me
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So much to appreciate from nature if only one can accord the time to be aware!
Hank
Such a beautiful wish!
ReplyDelete"Mother Sky, teach me
how to sing like small bird, like raven,like Owl."~ I loved it Sherry.
I am with every line here...so happy!
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