Dear friends,
I have been out of the country and (blessedly) incommunicado for the past three weeks. I appreciate the messages of concern and apologize for not letting you know why I haven't posted the daily poems. I am back - a bit heavier in body (from cucina Italiana) but lighter in spirit. Here is today's poem. Many blessings to all of you.
Larry
Eagle Poem
To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you.
And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear
Can't know except in moments
Steadily growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circles in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon, within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.
- Joy Harjo