Learning Lament, by Raynna Myers
I stood at the forest’s edge
Then I unshod my feet
I found there
The ground was soft
The air’s scent was sweet
I entered
I Iooked up, into the fir trees
Let their leaves dripping rain
Roll over my forehead
Anoint me
I heard there a whisper
Come close and listen
Let moss surround you
Look at the tree’s wrinkles
And its beard move in the breeze
Age old and old age
Two things they will teach
Come close and listen
Now, speak, ho! shout
Everything you unveil
It only reveals your trust in Me
Lament loud and long, my friends. It too is faith.
Love,
Raynna
3 Comments
Maria Paglialungo
I feel you as IAMU. This weeks massacres of our babies opened me wide up, both rage and grief. I can’t get the images of our babies crying for help 911 before they were killed. It’s ok, I can hold the space, I must hold this sacred space, this time we the people Must ACT. I must stay focused because my emotions can lead to a darker place. I have a blueprint within I must monitor and then allow nature in its goodness, it’s time n(OW) to -Act The cup of children s deaths have now boiled over. I love you Raynn snd y(our) connection with I bow in gratitude for this teaching on Lsment.
Maria Paglialungo
And yes Raynn “ STAY IN THE BREATH”
Raynna
I love you Maria! Thank you, my friend.