In honor of Wilderness Week, which we are celebrating at The Bardo Group blog.
Still for a moment the church bells
pealing the ancient canonical hours.
Still the lyric call of the muezzin.
Silence the Shacharit, the Mincha, the Arvit.
Stay the wheels and the flying flags.
Let nature’s prayer alone reverberate
in the unfettered canticle of trees.
“A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.” John Muir (1838-1914), Scottish-American naturalist, environmental activist, and author
© 2014, poem and photographs, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Looking back through some old poems, I found this announcement about a poem on a more serious note and unfortunately appropriate given the current warring.
SALAMANDER COVE: My poem Imagine is in the March 2011 collection of this online poetry publication where Other Mother’s Children was also published last year . Both of these poems also found homes elsewhere including Poets Against War. I’m pleased because the subject is important to my heart. Check out the magazine HERE for Imagine and some other fine poems by poets who may be new to you. The subject for the issue is grieving.