Cynergia

My Life and Poesy, in Motion

Prayer


Every pebble sacred,
And every leaf a temple.
Every breath of air the
first and last one.
Every spider's web
the linking of the cosmos;
and every drop of water
my salvation.

May I taste and breathe and hear and see
the holy weave of all creation.


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Blog Archive

  • ▼  2011 (42)
    • ▼  January (42)
      • Crow's Woe
      • Alders in the Fall: A Folderol
      • Prayer
      • The Final Gale
      • Compassion for a Derelict Deity
      • The Shriek of the Diver
      • Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Volcano: Cotopaxi i...
      • A Poem, Acknowledging
      • If You Must Know
      • Couldn't Be No Boy
      • Why She Didn't Believe in God
      • The Numbers, Monday Morning
      • Something Always Unattainable
      • Elk and Bear Rattle
      • Behind the Chicken Transport Truck
      • Amira, at the Amusement Park
      • Columbine, with Killdeer, 1999
      • Emily Dickinson Talks with the Buddha
      • When She Left That Day
      • Why She Did Not Believe Them: His Black Hands
      • Sunset, during the Iraq War
      • The Christmas Tree
      • By the Time
      • Pirouette
      • In Between
      • Now
      • In Her Seventh Month
      • Distrail
      • Sisley's Smile
      • Starfish
      • To a Modern Lancelot
      • Winter Formal (Inauguration, 2009)
      • Grey Cat
      • The Heart of the Matter: What Falls Away
      • Anamorphosis*
      • Tillandsia ionantha
      • At Dungeness Spit, Mother's Day, 1990
      • Minus One
      • LeTourneau Point
      • Pretend
      • Rescuing the Snake, in Seven Acts
      • Self-Portrait of a Born-Again Feminist, 1993

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