With my kindred,
I entered the church,
my forehead blessed
with a circle of ash.
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
I've been told a woman
is made from the elm tree,
a man from the ash.
A horse
is only as free
as his guardian
allows him to be.
We live in a world of fences
and walls. Perhaps
this is the source
of all rage.
I took a trip
on my keyboard
to a place where
hundreds of shorebirds
lift together, as one,
into the sky,
then vanish.
My kindred now are scattered,
like hungry ghosts,
who have the knack
of visiting me
in dreams.
I wake up, dizzy,
and full of tears.
This is where Shay's Word List took me this morning. Strange.
This gave me the feels for sure, Sherry. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteReally great stanzas, Sherry. This one definitely speaks truth:
ReplyDelete"We live in a world of fences
and walls. Perhaps
this is the source
of all rage."
Oh my! This certainly stirs my spirit it feels like a sacred place. There is wisdom with the horse, fence and walls. The shorebirds have the ability to fly and that is a gift. We humans are confined to the earth and the caretakers who hold us from our truest place of peace.
ReplyDeleteI love the dream like movement in the way this reads - like a susurration of birds...I am sorry that it ends in sadness but glad you have the world of words to escape in
ReplyDeleteJust beautifully written, Sherry. We live in a world of fences and wall..put up by a few to cage the many... :(
ReplyDeleteLovely, Sherry. I love that image of the shorebirds lifting together as one into the sky and vanishing~
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