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. Circled 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.
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