Emily Carr's Mountain Forest
I open my window to the music of the spheres:
call of mourning dove, hoot of owl,
trees standing tall down all the years,
creek trickling over rocks, sings her morning song:
"we are all one here; we all belong."
I open my door to the beauty near at hand.
Trees are the wisdom-keepers
I open my door to the beauty near at hand.
Trees are the wisdom-keepers
of truth we don't understand.
The mountains teach patience.
The mountains teach patience.
The river teaches joy.
The ley lines map a direction
we'd be wise to employ.
I open my soul to the expansiveness of sky,
deep mystery of the heavens,
deep mystery of the heavens,
planets swirling by,
moon and stars and clouds
each in its perfect place.
As are we, no matter what we face.
It is all here ~
everything we need, for wonder ~
starry skies above and we down under,
moon and stars and clouds
each in its perfect place.
As are we, no matter what we face.
It is all here ~
everything we need, for wonder ~
starry skies above and we down under,
like candles, catching the flame and flaring,
like hearts, catching the light and sharing,
warm, like the sun coming out,
after rain.
like hearts, catching the light and sharing,
warm, like the sun coming out,
after rain.
Hopeful, like the morning comes,
again and yet again.
What landscape and sounds to be greeted by when you open your window, Sherry! My bit of heaven is so small compared to expanse of your musical spheres! No mountains here, but plenty of leafy trees, meaning our garden is full of wisdom, and a joyous river passes by. And, of course, we have big skied here in Norfolk. I love the lines:
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planets swirling by,
moon and stars and clouds
each in its perfect place’.
Always three breaths of freshest air and the weave of simple rhymes resound like footsteps in a hallowed grove. Amen, sister.
ReplyDeleteI love this. The music of the spheres - sung by trees, and ocean, and sky! What a lovely poem this is, so calm and full of peace of joy.
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ReplyDeleteof truth we don't understand..." I love this. The entire write is sublime.
Beautiful song, Sherry. And you sing it right in tune with those trees and their friends. This was a nice Artist prompt, Sherry, you did really well in your writing. I wrote where it led me, to another guardian of the wilds in a tamer aspect. Parks, one in particular.
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All creation sings! The natural world is a masterpiece...as is this poem, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful world outside your window. Lovely, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteIt is all here ~
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starry skies above and we down under...
A beautiful piece, Sherry!
Opening the window, like opening eyes. Opening the door, like opening oneself, to finally opening the soul and letting the outside world in. Such wonder to be seen, experienced, and felt.
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