Souls

 

 

souls2We go to the stone bridge

near dawn

and before crossing

we discard our shadows

and listen to her sing.

 

She chants a prayer

for the dead,

a presence of heart,

a petition

to be received —

all in a pitch

that shatters sin and glass.

 

We don’t know the words

yet the song

seems familiar

a fountain coin’s throw

from Hebrew, Latin

or Arabic —

 

It doesn’t matter

its about the rhythm,

the resonance of sound:

 

water rushing

over rock,

 

the sky clearing

after a storm,

 

a leaf trembling

in the wind

and sunlight

absolving its green

of blight.

 

and sunlight

gilding our shoulders

(our un-grown wings)

as we hear

her voice heighten

dissolving

into other voices, our voices –

and we sing;

 

the thaw of ice

in a cavern,

the trickle of grace

on our tongues.

4 comments

  1. Wendy,

    “and sunlight

    absolving its green

    of blight.

    and sunlight

    gilding our shoulders

    (our un-grown wings)”

    and more favorites:

    “the thaw of ice

    in a cavern,

    the trickle of grace

    on our tongues.”

    Take a bow and don’t put down your pen…
    what a grand use of language. thank you!

    Sarah

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    • Hi Sarah

      Thank you, My Dear Friend, you always make me feel my writing has worth and I so deeply appreciate that. I am glad you enjoyed this poem. It is a few years old but kind of fits with the mood and holidays of early November like “All Souls day”.

      And thank you to everyone here who has let me know they’ve enjoyed this poem. I really appreciate it!

      My Best to everyone
      Take care
      Wendy

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  2. Love the discarding of shadows
    as it felt like leaving something behind
    that trails us/follows us and in a way keeps us
    from exploring the things inside us.

    Very nice line:

    “a pitch that shatters sin and glass.”

    Again, the pitch shatters the sin, (whether real or imagined)
    that weighs on us, in us.

    And our listening/hearing
    brings us to a place
    where we end up being the singers:

    “her voice heightens
    dissolving
    into other voices, our voices –
    and we sing”

    Fine ending lines.

    Much enjoyed.
    take care,
    Kerri

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  3. Hi Kerri

    Thanks so much for your insightful and beautiful comments on this poem! I love your perspective here and am glad you enjoyed this poem. Hope all is well with you and yours! Always great hearing from you!

    Take care
    my best
    Wendy

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