We Pray that It will be Done in Beauty....

It has been a while since my last post...critical matters of heart, matters of life have become the sole occupation. And while that still remains so the following words on my Facebook feed this morning resonated deeply.

To pray, you open your whole self

To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon

To one whole voice that is you.

And know that there is more

That you can’t see, can’t hear

Can’t know, except in moments

Steadily growing

and in languages that aren’t always sound

But other circles of motion

Like eagle that Sunday morning

Over Salt River

Circled in blue sky, in wind

Swept our hearts clean with sacred wings

We see you see ourselves

And know that we must take

The utmost care and kindness

In all things

Breathe in knowing we are made of all of this

And breathe, knowing we are truly blessed

because we were born and die soon

within a true circle of motion.

Like eagle, rounding out the morning inside us

We pray that it will be done

In beauty, in beauty

Poem by Joy Harjo

And whatever remains to be felt and expressed and heard beyond words, art does it all...

Prayer by Bindu Popli