Thursday, August 02, 2007

Thursday Poem - Eagle

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, (from How We Become Human)


Lil said...

Cate, my eyes misted over this morning reading this...because I've temporarily forgotten what I am made of...and I'm looking to others around me and Mother Earth for reminders. I love this one so much I'm going to print it out and post it up on my wall...thank you sister.


Anonymous said...

A beautiful poem and a striking photo.

Anonymous said...

PS - What's the story behind the "mindful blog" button?