any way the wind
The wind comes riding down from heaven.
Ho! wind of heaven, what do you bring?
Cool for the dawn, dew for the even,
And every sweetest thing.
O wind of heaven, from pink clouds driven,
What do you bring to me?
The low call of thy love who waits
Under the willow tree,
Whose boat upon the water waits
For me, for thee.
🌬
~Harriet Monroe
LONG ago I learned how to sleep,
In an old apple orchard where the wind swept by counting its money and throwing it away,
In a wind-gaunt orchard where the limbs forked out and listened or never listened at all,
In a passel of trees where the branches trapped the wind into whistling, “Who, who are you?”
I slept with my head in an elbow on a summer afternoon and there I took a sleep lesson.
There I went away saying: I know why they sleep, I know how they trap the tricky winds.
Long ago I learned how to listen to the singing wind and how to forget and how to hear the deep whine,
Slapping and lapsing under the day blue and the night stars:
Who, who are you?
Who can ever forget
listening to the wind go by
counting its money
and throwing it away?
Wind Song by Carl Sandburg
hearing the rain fall
watching birds bounce off the roof
grateful for it all
❤
haiku-kate lamberg~ ’16
This morning at C & J’s
The trees are singing welcome…
There’s wind in ‘them thar’ woods
It’s a sound I remember in my deepest parts
a sound I’ve loved all my life
Though this morning is the first one I’ve ever fully brought that thought into my center
Noticed how my soul sways with the rhythm of the leaves
Maybe the first time I’ve fully connected with how close this is to the sound of waves on the shore
Yet how completely different it is as well
How everything dances lightly with it
Responding with natural grace
How music plays in all these harmonious sounds
Like a softer version of singing bowls
How the marigolds add just the right notes when called upon
Like bobblehead backup singers in orange sequined dresses
adding all that brilliant jazz to the mix
How the cactus hold the drum beat with such steadfastness…
…Because His eye is on the sparrow…
a hawk soars over the dancing trees
a little fuzzy birdie perches atop afresh jar candle scented with summer flowers
I write poems and play songs to share with you
feeling this morning’s layered virtues moving within me
The life of this pilgrim is so incredibly blessed
I bow and give thanks to begin this new day
Amy Lloyd
September 20.2017
Matthew 6:26-34New King James Version (NKJV)
26 Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? 27 Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature?
28 “So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; 29 and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. 30 Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
31 “Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ 32 For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. 33 But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble.
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