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
