A dear friend shared this lovely poem, by Joy Harjo with me, a year ago today (with apologies to the poet for changing the name of the river to our home river). The gracious act of sharing poetry on my angel brother’s birthday, soothes my soul. When I feel the need for a lift or a moment of reflection, I scroll through a multitude of electronic messages until I reach the balm that is this poem. Thank you, Jeanie.
Eagle Poem – Joy Harjo
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 Tongue 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.
That is truly beautiful. I felt a great sense of peace as I read the poem. Thank you for sharing.
this is simply beautiful )