Eagle Poem by Joy Harjo

[ex-peacock902.livejournal.com]

To pray you open your whole self
To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon
To one whole voice that is you
And know there is more
That you can't see, can't hear
Can't know except in moments
Steadly growing, and in languages
That aren't always sound but other
Circles of motion.
Like eagle that Sunday morning
Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky
In wind, swept our hearts clean
With sacred wings.
We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.
Breathe in, knowing we are made of
All this, and breathe, knowing
We are truly blessed because we
Were born, and die soon within a
True circle of motion,
Like eagle rounding out the morning
Inside us.
We pray that it will be done
In beauty.
In beauty.

Comments

[whos-on-1st.livejournal.com]

This is a beautiful poem. Is it a metaphor between the flight of an eagle and a human life span? That we should recognize the shortness of it and know beauty of it.

[ex-peacock902.livejournal.com]

yes that makes sense to me. joy harjo has an excellent cd out now that she sings on too and it is really beautiful.

[whos-on-1st.livejournal.com]

oh, I'll have to check that out for the holidays. thanks

[ex-peacock902.livejournal.com]

you're welcome, it is definitely worth it, she also plays saxophone.

[arielblue.livejournal.com]

I love Joy Harjo and I think that may be my favorite poem of hers. Good, good stuff.

[ex-peacock902.livejournal.com]

yeah somehow this poem makes me feel at peace and sort of centers me a little when i feel off kilter.

[goodfoot08.livejournal.com]

very nice. thank you for posting it!

[ex-peacock902.livejournal.com]

you are very welcome, thanks terry for showing me to this community.

[glass-doll.livejournal.com]

beautiful....
very naturally spiritual