Outside, quail chirp happily.
They sing a boisterous disturbance
to my silent home where I sip coffee
as thoughts bead a circle of mantras in my mind.
Am I praying?
when I think of nature shriveling,
of viruses thriving while survivors
survive but aren't exactly living,
when people are losing their heads,
because others see only one shape
to the diamond they call god?
I breathe my desire for peace
I breathe my desire for peace
in all these things.
Then I listen to the sermon of the birds,
proclaiming their faith.
"You are a song," they say.
"Chirp loud, your best hymn."
(For Poets United.)
Ah, I think sometimes we pray in the thoughts that we think. This is not prayer, but prayer nonetheless. And perhaps a sermon of birds speaks well the message that God would like us to hear!
ReplyDeleteOH! MY! GOD! MYRNA! This is the best thing I have read today and I need it so much. I LOVE "You are a song. Chirp loud, your best hymn." That is what we have to do in the face of all that is happening. This is a WONDERFUL poem with a beautiful message. It speaks straight to my heart - and my hope. Thank you so much. It is a gift to read it.
ReplyDelete"Chirp loud, your best hymn." ... very nice and confidently asserted. :-)
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Myrna, this, the whole darn thing as a whole, is spectacular!!! 'Survivors survive but aren't exactly living' . . . . . 'I breath my desire for peace' . . . '"You are a song . . . Chirp loud, your best hymn"' . . . One of my favorites that I've read today, Myrna!! Loved it all :)
ReplyDeleteIf only more of us could recognise and follow the wisdom of the birds...
ReplyDeletesinging hymns with a bird chorus in the backdrop. nice.
ReplyDeleteEvaporate until you Lenticulate
Indeed.. the world and would be a better place if we listened to the birds.. love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteLove the idea of listening to the sermon of the birds--certainly they have an important message.
ReplyDeletebirds gave the best answers. reflection in silence and listen to your heart
ReplyDeleteYou have obeyed those birds very well in this! Just lovely.
ReplyDeletewish we could all breathe our desire for peace...love this prayerful verse Myrna..."as thoughts bead a circle of mantras in my mind." my favorite line..
ReplyDeleteBeautiful offering Myrna ~ I believe there is room for all shapes of gods and different plumes of birds ~ I love that ending, listening to the sermon of the birds ~
ReplyDeleteGodliness is always aaround in some way shape and form..birds and nature are wise guides
ReplyDeleteAn enlightening discussion with oneself, introspective and meaningful. The language of birds is understandable to all, and thus inspiring.
ReplyDeletePoppy
Birds are symbols of spiritual messengers because they exist between earth and heavens, as do our thoughts and prayers. Very well woven poem/prayer.
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I love the poem, the peaceful desires and your pondering in the morning with the birds songs ~ Message of being yourself no matter what one's doing - powerful, requires only courage to follow it.... x
ReplyDeletePrayer and meditation come in many forms. This is lovely ~ the desire to find peace in all things. Nature certainly provides serenity.
ReplyDeleteMyrna,
ReplyDeleteI have the same thoughts as Mary in her comment. I regard nature and birds in particular, as providing the environment in which to connect to one's God, if that is what one wishes to do..Some silent moments are wonderful on a Sunday...
Eileen
... and i sing along those birds... sometimes that is all we can do in the things we don't understand..
ReplyDeletei love the hopeful note you ended on. i find bird song to bring peace to my spirit as well.
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That sermon of the birds part is great as to the message it tells to us, Myrna. What a refreshing view from you and I'm very delighted to be reading it. Thank you
ReplyDeleteThe last stanza is an excellent conclusion.
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