This

Is one of those rare
Hawk-holds-breath moments:
When the sky sits still
On the lies and ribs
Of the grey horizons;
Before wind stirs,
Before moon rises …
When, invisible and sublime
A minstrel bird in ancient tree
Gives the peace-to-all prayers
That day’s end deserves;
That invite us to take as much
As we need for hurting selves –
And a little bit extra
To spread around.

25/7/2013

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4 thoughts on “This

  1. Oloriel says:

    “On the lies and ribs
    Of the grey horizons;
    Before wind stirs,
    Before moon rises …
    When, invisible and sublime
    A minstrel bird in ancient tree
    Gives the peace-to-all prayers” – a magical image, very soothing to the mind, I loved it!

  2. excellent writing ! very visual !

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