In the name of the daybreak
and the eyelids of morning
and the wayfaring moon
and the night when it departs,
I swear I will not dishonor
my soul with hatred,
but offer myself humbly
as a guardian of nature,
as a healer of misery,
as a messenger of wonder,
as an architect of peace.
In the name of the sun and its mirrors
and the day that embraces it
and the cloud veils drawn over it
and the uttermost night
and the male and the female
and the plants bursting with seed
and the crowning seasons
of the firefly and the apple,
I will honor all life
—wherever and in whatever form
it may dwell—on Earth my home,
and in the mansions of the stars.
Image from Photobucket
You find the most lovely poetry. Perfect. Its good to see you back logging. Where did you move to in the end? I must email you xxJ
What a beautiful picture and poem!
Thanks, Jasmine and Shelly.
Jasmine - I'm staying temporarily with a friend not too far from where I was. I'll email you later...xoxo
That is so perfect, I really love it. Also, might I add that because of your blog title, I am singing Morning Has Broken in my head now? I hope you're enjoying your spring so far!
this poem is so powerful and loving, thank you for sharing it. plus the art, wow!
Thanks, Witchy Mom and Tammie - I, too, was singling Cat Stevens' song for most of the morining.
Love this! Borrowed it for my place and gave you credit. Is it the Mac that gave you your magical voice?
Ah, Cyn - I wish I had the magical voice of some of these poets! But, perhaps my Mac (named Evie!) does inspire me to find these beautiful writings and post them. xoxo
thank you for this...and so much more!
Always good to see you, Rebecca! xoxo
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