Tuesday, April 3, 2018

IT IS NOT A PLACE/ dVerse

IT IS NOT A PLACE

It seems to me
“Man” is a tiny demy god
He points and names
He feels superior

Because he has claimed
Some site sacred
Builds his church
On the ruins of another’s

For me
I have but to step outside
Look east
The rising sun is a celebration

At my feet 
A sage brush struggles to hold tight
To soil where another will not grow
My kitty with his tiny voice
Calls my name

I am blessed
I live in gratitude
A tiny bird with red head
Sings a new song

It is not a place for me
Every breath is sacred
Something we share
All life is sacred

April 3, 2018







14 comments:

Amaya Engleking said...

"All life is sacred"
Knowing you're an artist, I'm not surprised that you are able see the creatures of the world in this light. Still, I am happy when I see someone declare it. Thank you, Annell.

Frank Hubeny said...

I agree: "All life is sacred"

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Yes indeed!

Anonymous said...

True, all life is sacred, and nature is beautiful. One can encounter the divine in nature; I've had that experience.

Sabio Lantz said...

Nice -- no limit forced by others.

Toni Spencer said...

I love this poem Annell. The visuals are stunning But The quiet affirmstion, "All life is sacred"...this is so very powerful.

Sherry Marr said...

Oh, this is my favourite......th celebration of the rising sun, the sagebrush, the kitten's tiny voice....the gratitude.........LOVE it!

Rommy said...

Being able to witness some of nature's small sweet miracles does feel like an act of holy communion.

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes! Nature is my cathedral!

brudberg said...

Indeed... all life is sacred

Kerfe Roig said...

Yes! exactly right.

Anonymous said...

Amen to that

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Frank J. Tassone said...

"At my feet
A sage brush struggles to hold tight
To soil where another will not grow"

A beautiful image of that life that is so sacred!

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