Wind, A Prayer for Peace

OurLadyofMountainandPlain

Our Lady of Mountain and Plain, ©Lexanne Leonard

02.07.19
Wind.I,
A Prayer for Peace

You purl life into life
Breath in, Breath out
Peaceful immigration,
Halcyon egress

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

 

02.08.19
Wind.II,
Wayramama

Where air is rare
Your breath unfurls,
Into nature I step
A balance,
Right Relationship
To give and
Remember
To receive

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest


02.09.19
Wind.III,
Feng Po Po

Primordial storm
On tiger back
A sack to whisk
Away heave of wind,
Harmony

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

02.10.19
Wind.IV,
Dogoda

In fields of
Barley, millet and oats
Carins stay strong
Against tempest.
I hear your
Ancient Voice
Compassion,
I forgive

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

 

02.11.19
Wind.V,
Njoror

In celebration
In gratitude,
Your zephyr
Thrives,
I grow and prosper
Breaths deep and
Abundant,
I am, I am, I am

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
Lead me to rest

 

02.12.19
Wind.VI,
End

Purl, unfurl
Whisk and heave
Abundant Wind,
Giver of Life,
My face turned
To You

North, South
East and West,
Origin of Compass,
I am blessed

Author’s Note:

I was recently introduce to the Goddesses of the Wind by Renee Baribeau and her lovely and powerful book, Winds of Spirit, Ancient Wisdom Tools for Navigating Relationships, Health, and the Divine. As one who has always found comfort in wind, this was a brilliant way to reconnect.

The above poem prayers are a result and fit perfectly into this month’s World Peace Poet’s annual invitation to write a poem every day and send a wish for peace across the globe.

PPP – Peace Poetry Postcard Month

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February is one of my favorite months.

Valentines Day. Imbolc. And the World Peace Poets who usher in their Peace Poetry Postcard Month.

We sign up to receive 28 names and addresses of other poets from across the world who will write one poem a day in February on a postcard and pop it into the mail to a different poet each day. And, of course, the theme of peace flies through the universe courtesy of the mail systems. Ahhhhhhh, a beautiful way to spread peace and art and magical words and intentional creativity.

I am late in posting. It is already Day 6. Today I shall catch up. Then post one a day from here on out. I promise.

02.01.19
Being
I
Become
Bring forth
Be at cause
Realign my extent
Turn around

Revolutionary Evolutionary Being

My gambol in

Peace

 

02.02.19
Convolvulus

/kənˈvɒlvjuːləs/
genus Convolvulaceae

Bind weeds to strangle

Morning Glories, family, too
Bright eyes in morning sun
Blue as Mar Pacifico
“the peaceful sea”

Two sides of family

Revolutionary combatant
Evolutionary halcyon
Beings conceived in parallel

 

02.03.19
Good Ancestor

I reach back to you,
Good Ancestor,
embrace your peace,
your walk with me.

I reach ahead to you,
Good Ancestor,
divine your peace,
your walk with me.

I walk my day,
an open vessel
to shine out your peace,
Good Ancestor To Be.

 

02.04.19
Milky Way
It all came back to
why she dyed her hair.

She wasn’t at peace with
who she was.

The Milky Way
gently nudged her
home.


02.05.19
genius loci

The spirit of place that is.

Architects, the good ones,
the ones who know
beings
and nature
and things created
must reside in peace,
and weave the genius loci
into its right
a
nd honorable space.

(Dedicated to Daniel Libeskind, architect of the Denver Art Museum, after hearing his interview on Colorado CPR)

 

02.06.19
Roofers
In February’s stolid chill
roofers crack open early morning peace.

Rhythmic nails shutter out
weather’s purpose.

June’s hail storm
Re-collected.

Rime

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Day 4: Peace Poetry Postcard Month

It was worth the pause.
Ice ruffled leaves,
delicate flakes layered
across wrought iron bloomery,
dappled berries,
icicled needles of pine.

Morning after warmth
where softness and pleasure
rested in cradled peace,
cold descended.

In this time of rime and
hoarfrost, do not allow
yourself a hardening.
Keep the fire of peace
within, and without
will melt by your fervor.

 

Raccoon

Day Two – Peace Poetry Postcard Month

You chattered and squealed
as Benny and I walked the concreted
peripheral of open space nestled
into my suburban hood.

I wondered of the fuss.
At first, I didn’t know it was you.
On return, you crossed our path
dropping your wily cover.

I peel off my dreary mask
cleansed under peace of night
and dance your raccoon waltz.

 

Peace Poetry Postcard Month

February ushers in longer days. Where I live Imbolc kisses us with the faintest promise of spring and new life. There is still ice and snow and cold. But there is also hope.

And, most important of all, February gives us Peace Poetry Postcard Month sponsored by a delightful group of poets in the Pacific Northwest who call themselves World Peace Poets. My dear friend, C.J. Prince, also lends her hand to this project. We write a poem each day, put it on a postcard, and send it away!

I teach first grade and my time is so very limited. That is exactly why this is a good project for me. This time of the school year is long, the students are wanting spring even more than I do, and the world needs us.

And so I begin….

Day One – Peace Poetry Postcard Month

First Planting

First we have to plant the seeds.
Creation begins where no one sees.
Deep within darkness where no one sees,
there creation begins.
But we must plant the seeds.

How can we trust that flowers
will bloom or trees push to sky
or grass wave in wind?
How will we know that peace will be,
only because we planted the seeds.

 

Five Prayers for Peace

Marrow
2.11

May peace settle
in the marrow
of your bones to flow
throughout your being.

May peace spread with
every step you take.
and in every touch you give,
in every smile you share.

May peace rest within
and without.

 

578,424
2.12

May we be broken
open, our doors pulled
down, our minds emptied
out to make space for
peace, a place for compassion,
a place of care for those
who reside within the homes
of 578,424 houseless lives.

May peace be home.

May peace be where the heart is.

 

Play
2.13

May you know the quiet
melt of ice and snow
of this winter’s day.

May you feel the burn
of winter’s chill, yet know
spring is on it’s way.

My you rest in peace of
all that is created not with
coin or legal tender, just in
ecstatic play.

 

Pocket
2.14

May the tiny stone,
hewn by its jumbles,
remind us of our
roughened edges
softened by
our life’s journey.

May the wayward bead
now lost from its strand,
remind us that we may
wander but always belong.

May the crumpled
tissue filled with tears
remind us of the comfort
given and peace in
being loved.

 

Board Game
2.15

May the road circle
round and bring
us home.

May we jump and hop
over obstacles with
lightened heart.

May we see the game
of life as not one to
be won, but one to
live in joy and peace.

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Author’s Note:

February is Peace Poetry Postcard Month. Sponsored by World Peace Poets on Face Book, I accepted their challenge to write a poem a day about peace, put it on a postcard, and send it to another poet who is doing the same, thirty-five in all.

The above are inspired by last week’s prompts:
FEB. 11TH Inner peace comes when I…
FEB. 12th More than 578, 424 people are homeless in the U.S.
FEB. 13th Does money buy happiness?
FEB. 14th I carry Nature in my pocket.
FEB. 15th It was a board game: PEACE