Sing, when birds are silent…
A poem by Margaret Crawford
Sing
when the birds are silent
Dance
when the wind is still
Laugh
when the rain is long coming
Bend
to the Spirit’s will
Open
when the day is closing
Thunder
when the sun shines full
Ground
when a wild wind spirals
Surrender
to the moon tides pull
Earth and stone
live long and slow
Stars cycle
through a trillion dreams
Water
knows not boundaries
Breath air
a constant stream
Honor
each passing second
Honor
above and below
Honor
the past and the future
We all serve
long and slow.
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Margaret.
Breathe
in the center of the moment.
nice addition, Jim…thank you