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Universe Within

New Empire

Another Afterlife

Where the Wind Lives

A Council of Stars

Another Kind of Prayer

Indigo Fire

Last Inch of Flame

Blue Home

Sacred Crone

What the Deer Understands

Some Water Lilies I Used to Know

Gates of Orion

Requiem for Yesterday

In a Moment of Understanding

The Sound of Creation

April Snow

Symphony in Sable

Justice Denied

Gossip

Graduation Day

Fire from a Distant Life

Follow the Birdsong

Frozen Retreat

Welcome Jack

Remembering Spring

A River's Chant

Shadows of December

Please Live

Unholy Love

A Silent Knowing

Morning Candle

A Multitude of One

Love is Now

Follow the Birdsong 2

Archibald

Night of the Broken Glass, Revisited

Someone Else's Paradise

Canvas of Gold (A Tribute to Poetry Sites)

On the Edge of a Dead World

A Very Late Apology

It Is You

When Two Hearts beat as One

THE WOLD LIKE THIS!

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

His Love will Sustain Us

Forbidden

Visions Released

Intense Imagery (A Haiku)

For our child

Dance Upon Shadows

A Rose

Night bus home

A Comfort Sent to You

Black Lung

Restless

January 14th 1995

Foolish hearts

Heart to Heart

Returning Hero

Old and New

Words

Shades

Clutch

 

Another Kind of Prayer



When injustice tangles my
lifeline
between here
and what is real,

I awaken to
the ordinary,
the everyday,
the devotion of
mountain laurels—

how could I have
missed them?

And the robins
throwing flames around
their twisted villages,
the hemlock
like ghostly brides:

it all appears
when the mind and the
rain-washed air
are one,
when the wind is
theater I want to
know personally—
a gateway to the
Otherworld or just
a better form
of now,

where the scent is
feverish activity,
where countless
tiny lives join
countless others in the
single goal to
just be here.

They know what ambition is,
and it has nothing to do
with the things
I care about.

And now they are
drawing me into
their tin chants,
their sky, their love,
their beliefs,

now rage is a waste
of limited strength
in a limited life,
resentment just
another hissing spark
on the river that
spits out the
fallen sky
and grumbles for me,

and I wonder if it's wise
to pray while the
river is teaching,

and if God,
who loves in a way
I never could, wrote
this epic of birth and death
and mystery in between,

then how should I speak
when the oaks
said it best
long before I was born?

So I'll enter the
silence
and sit in a chapel
of grass
along with the crane who
thinks he is God,
and a thousand sun-gorged
quiet marvels,

and I'll step out of my
old shattered self
and stare and please God
with my wonder,

till the earth is small
again—

a cluster of jewel tones
and souls
sharing the vastness,

a prayer

from this point of view.


Patricia Joan Jones





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