Sing, when birds are silent…

By Glenda | October 13, 2011

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.

3 comments | Add One

  1. Dawn - 10/14/2011 at 7:32 am

    Absolutely beautiful. Thank you, Margaret.

  2. Jim - 10/14/2011 at 10:24 am

    Breathe
    in the center of the moment.

  3. margaret - 10/29/2011 at 3:57 pm

    nice addition, Jim…thank you

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