May the peace of God which passes all understanding keep your hearts and minds in the knowledge and love of God and of His son Jesus Christ our Lord.
This peace
cannot be understood,
creeps in my heart
when the sun rises
throwing a beam upon the oak,
her arms spread wide to welcome the light.
This peace comes from knowing
a creator who makes the heron fly
on wings breaking dawn
with stealth and strength.
This peace is a chant I sing,
your name over and over
while the yarn draws over and under
this golden G hook.
This peace transforms holy spirit
into sprays of fresh water
as close to me
as tears.
This peace as fragile as the hug of a child,
egg in a robin’s nest,
sweet scent of your clean skin.
This peace eases my breath
like child’s pose
letting go
letting out
letting in.
This peace
centered in words
prayerfully spoken,
I am here.
–Margaret Simon, all rights reserved.
Love it, Margaret. What a great way to begin the day.
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Wow. Your poetry is just beautiful. I loved this image:
This peace is a chant I sing,
your name over and over
while the yarn draws over and under
this golden G hook.
Thank you for this poem full of peace and beauty!
Holly, I am making a prayer shawl/ blanket for a premie baby. I say her name as I crochet. Very meditative.
Margaret, the poem is a wonderful gift from the heart that is exemplified through images and sound in your movie. The line that resonated with me allowed me to visualize your thought;
when the sun rises
throwing a beam upon the oak,
her arms spread wide to welcome the light.
This reminds me that we can find peace around us if we just look.
Thank you for your poem to start my day.
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