POEMS IN A PANDEMIC

CHILDREN OF THE VOICE

We are Children of the Voice

Born of the Holy Word

Shaped from the Breath of Cosmos.

Listen– and you will hear.

What will it say through you?

 

Sitting here in Darkness

I see the Dawn opening.

Between the woven branches of trees,

my voice sings out welcome

as Light grows.

 

Riding in my silver car

through the empty streets

we fly, my Husky and I,

singing our morning song.

Joy soars through her in howls to the sky.

 

We are children of the voice.

What is the song I sing?

 

Walking in the forest, I stand beside you.

Cedar” I say. And you say, “Come closer.

Touch my skin. Feel the strength within.

Can you hear my voice

singing in the wind?”

gwendolyn

 

IN THE STILLNESS

In the stillness

of the forest awakening

the morning bird sings.

 

In the stillness

of towns shuttered in fear

each evening doors open

Voices rise and bells ring

We are grateful!”

the people sing.

Sending out a web of Love

they weave it round the Earth

watching it strengthen and grow.

 

In the stillness

deer graze peacefully in back yards

dolphins swim in clear channels.

An eagle soars above me as I walk.

Remember. Remember.

What it means to be “at home.”

gwendolyn

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