MY Redemption Song.....
... sounds like the creaky chains of the porch swing
as my son and i snuggle in motion,
while watching the hummingbirds at the feeder
and the morning mist slowly lift off of the mountains.
it sounds like the screech owl,
crying out from its moonlit perch by the edge of the creek...
the shrill call echoing through the dark vale.
it sounds like familiar voices of family and friends...
milk and honey flowing from their lips,
a soothing balm of comforting words.
it sounds like the strains of a fiddle,
the tapping of feet,
the crackling of an evening fire...
laughter at dusk.
sometimes it is barely audible, yet still tangible...
felt, more than heard.
in the quietness, i can still detect the faint melody.
so as the morning mist loosens its nightly hold on these hills,
this blanket begins to relinquish its smothering grip on my heart...
and new stanzas are written and imprinted
on this fallible, hopeful human soul.
19 comments:
Wow, Blue. That is an incredible poem. It reads like a prayer.
I've missed you. I'm thankful for these reflections of what your redemption song is like. I love imagining you snuggled with your boy on the porch, listening to the sounds of the screech owl and watching the morning mist lift from the hills.
Lovely and lyrical. I am happy to see that your time is so beautifully reflected in verse.
So soft and sweet...it reminds me of a misty morning with hills in various colors of blue off in the distance. May everything here be fulfilled, and more!
What beautiful and touching poetry! I've truly missed you.
thank you for sharing this, Blue ...I miss you so much here......take care, hugs!!!!
it seems your redemption song is tied to the place you live and the people you live with. it's tied to the slice of earth you call home. that is to be expected, and honored.
i hope you are finding rest and reprieve, dear friend.
love you.
-k
I wish that I could express myself like that. Such a beautiful way to think. Take care,
~Salina
Our place defines us, doesn't it? Thank you for sharing your place with us.
It's been a long while since I read such powerful words. Just beautiful. As ever.
How I have missed you too Blue.
Thanks for sharing your intimate heart with us.
Beautiful words and so descriptive.
somehow it's the hummingbirds that quietly spoke to me in these beautiful lyrics... and the creaky chains of the porch swing...
nice to hear your voice...
oh! and I should tell you... we got the dulcimer and it is exquisite... and Little One has been trying to play Shady Grove... and we've been thinking of you...
You're such a poet. I long for the time and brain cells to convey my thoughts into words like this again... you inspire, my friend.
Beautiful words, from a beautiful heart, Little One! I know your heart has been hurt, and I would gladly take the pain and bear it myself if only I knew how. I can tell you this, though. Your heart will emerge stronger and even more beautiful, for then...........then it will better know how to help others whose hearts have likewise been battered. That's the way of things. From one of your biggest fans where, on my cozy porch, morning coffee is sipped, steaming, in the misty pre-dawn mountain chill, a feisty yellow-striped cat from West Virginia rubbing, purring against my leg, from Jolly Hollow, I love you!
just stopping in to say hi... and to sit a spell on the porch swing... :)
Beautiful shot!
Joy comes in the morning and the voice of the turtledove can be heard in the land.
Hugs
Sue
Happy New Year Blue! I had the joy of driving through some of my beloved mountains just last week - the fog hung heavy over the foothills but burned off as we climbed - I thank God that He made the world in color for what joy the color of the mountains and fields are, even in the depths of winter.
Wow, love this blog...the music is so soothing, too!
It is so good to hear and see you again in these spaces. I know you've needed the time away -- to renew, to restore, and to heal -- but I am so glad to have you back again.
This piece, this prayer is soothing -- not just because the words evoke a life that is warm and rhythmic, but because it sounds as though you've been able to receive something you needed, and I am glad for you.
Much love to you and Sir Laughsalot.
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