Transfix us with love

I read a lot of Joy Harjo during Winter. An accomplished poet and musician, she has a way of filling me up with her words while expressing her awesome respect for life, land, and just being. There is light in her writing. I crave that light this time of year.

Here is one of my favorites. A good poem for today. A good poem for any day.

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Thanks to all of you who have visited and/or commented on my blog over the years that it was active. I appreciate it and you more than I could ever say. It's long past time for me to put some closure to this thing and move on. This poem seems like a good way to say thank you and goodbye. xo


The Creation Story
From: The Woman Who Fell From the Sky
by Joy Harjo

I'm not afraid of love
or its consequence of light

It's not easy to say this
or anything when my entrails
dangle between paradise
and fear.

I am ashamed
I never had the words
to carry a friend from her death
to the stars
correctly.

Or the words to keep
my people safe
from drought or gunshot.

The stars who were created by words
are circling over this house
formed of calcium and blood-

this house
in danger of being torn apart
by stones of fear.

If these words can do anything
I say bless this house
with stars.

Transfix us with love.