Invocation
Let us try what it is to be
true to gravity,
to grace, to the given, faithful to our own voices,
to grace, to the given, faithful to our own voices,
to lines making the map of
our furrowed tongue.
Turned toward the root of a single word, refusing
Turned toward the root of a single word, refusing
solemnity and slogans, let
us honor what hides
and does not come easy to speech. The pebbles
and does not come easy to speech. The pebbles
we hold in our mouths help
us to practice song,
and we sing to the sea. May the things of this world
and we sing to the sea. May the things of this world
be preserved to us, their
beautiful secret
vocabularies. We are dreaming it over and new,
vocabularies. We are dreaming it over and new,
the language of our tribe,
music we hear
we can only acknowledge. May the naming powers
we can only acknowledge. May the naming powers
be granted. Our words
are feathers that fly
on our breath. Let them go in a holy direction.
on our breath. Let them go in a holy direction.
~ Jeanne Lohmann
~
(Between Silence and
Answer)
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