I cannot make this happen- it is a gift that cannot be earned. And, of course, there are other mornings, mornings when I wake up worrying for the world and those I love, trying to pull away from small aches or searing pain, wanting to lodge a complaint with Anyone-In-Charge.
Remembering this makes me smile this morning as I whisper into the half-light, "Thank you." ~Oriah
Another spectacular photo from Karen Davis at Open Door Dreaming
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Beautiful.
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DeleteThank you Oriah -- I love your post! -- ron bell
ReplyDeleteSISTER MOON
by Linda Millemann
Intent upon my scribblings
I rise to stretch
and peer out over the crowd of cattails around me,
brown tipped and golding,
harlequined with the last stripes of green,
and see that the moon,
full lipped and luminous, round
in her longings, has risen
and begun her climb
across a sky still blue
though dotted black with crows.
It was the sun's grand departure
that kept me turned from her quiet arrival,
but now I feel allegiance to her,
grateful for remembering that we are not alone.
Not left in the sun's wide wake
and lost in the cold dark wash of night.
Sister moon has come,
as we tip together
into unimaginable night.
Thank you Ron- and thanks for the spectacular poem!
DeleteProfound healing energy from this brief bounty -- just 129 words so powerfully threaded, Oriah. Thanks so very very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you Merrikate. :)
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