Friday, January 2, 2009

Sing your Song

If you don't sing it, who will?

Yesterday I attended an arts fair at my Unitarian Church and I was inspired by the poetry readings. . . .
to string together words that speak to something deep and profound in us, to stand in front of a group and share those words is such a wonderful thing.
Although my main medium is visual, I also love words (I am here, after all, writing them!)
so, with the wonderful work from yesterday in my mind, I offer this:

My Spirit

My Spirit wants to soar and sail
my body holds it back
It's oldness creeping up on me
slow cautious movements
The container that houses the self I know
is not always co-operative or very strong
It has so many needs
I am sure that as we work together,
this old carcass and me,
We can achieve something.
and I know this megaphone through which I share all that is bursting out
needs care and nurturing
So I give it the right food,
make it stretch and lift some weights and and then
walk it in the woods for peacefulness
I let it sleep often and deeply.
and I hope our partnership will last
until I have said
what I need to say.

"A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm and arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland." --Kahlil Gibran

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful! I just love seeing everyone's pages...this one is fabulous!
    Peace & Love,