Day 7: Peace Poetry Postcard Month
Dedicated to my students and all students and educators everywhere.
We will never give up.
The boys with birds in their hair need us.
Love, your teacher.
He had birds in his hair,
that boy.
One white one, one red one,
in a mussy nest of midnight hair.
They didn’t care.
They were a peaceful amalgamation.
One boy, two birds,
and his hair.
You are not words placed in books
secured by men.
We were afraid to lose you,
so they locked you on pages,
hid you from perception.
Only they with the key
to dole you out, reveal
you through our penance.But You came to declare
we are enough,
our Light never abandons
if only we lift the veil,
remove the rock,
feed the flicker,
listen.Our Elemental Story lives
through our rooted Bard,
your Word Incarnate
swelling within,
Divine Revelation
directly placed into
each of us.On this day of Light
break open your heart,
see that you are enough,
listen deeply where
Truth attends.
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Author Notes:
Happy Solstice! Merry Christmas! Joyous Yule!
May the Light of our direct Divine Revelation shine in you.
May the Light of our rooted Bard shine out from you.
May the Light of our Truth be.
Mitákuye Oyás’iŋ ,
Lexanne
Even as early winter ice petrifies,
glazing what is open to outlying sovereignty,
an undercurrent flows unceasingly.When moon is dark, geese yet adhere to flight,
their path laid out by pricks of light,
an endless artery towards journey’s end.As my head is cradled in night’s dream
I feel your eternal breathsound within,
your whispered comfort that I am Love.
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Author’s Note:
In this Advent season as we move towards Winter Solstice and new birth of Light…
In this time of political uncertainty and fear…
In these days of lengthening darkness…
May you flow through your days, not fighting against,
but moving to the song of our Truth.
May you fly through the depths trusting
our Light will lead us on our journey.
May you be held up in the breath of our Holy One
and fill your lungs with the certainty of compassion.
Munay,
Lex
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