Carmen Avis



In the prayer spaces of narrow
I place seedlings of an open mind.

Today is here in the green
leaf paintbrush of sky, raven call,
and soft wings of a butterfly.

A child of earth, sibling of sky,
I walk in the choir of voices
singing protect.

Change begins with small things,
grows in the unity of hands.
The “we” of community
begins in the roots of I can.

May I be strengthened by
the notes of a birdsong,
feathered poet of emergent peace.

©Susie Clevenger 2019


One day...one theme...Peace

Comments

  1. Linda Lee LybergNovember 4, 2019 at 8:26 AM

    Beautiful words Susie!

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  2. Mike GolchNovember 4, 2019 at 9:12 AM

    Awesome,DONA NOBIS PACEM

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyNovember 4, 2019 at 9:45 AM

    Oh Susie, this poem is exquisite, and gives me hope....that green leaf paintbrush of sky.........and the roots of I can............gorgeous! Lovely to see you in the blogblast! Yay!

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  4. Carrie Van HornNovember 4, 2019 at 11:01 AM

    Wise, hopeful, and truly beautiful! I love every line Susie!!

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  5. Mimi LenoxNovember 4, 2019 at 9:01 PM

    Outstanding poetry.

    Thank you for blogging for peace with us.

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  6. Little Miss TitchNovember 4, 2019 at 9:49 PM

    Such a beautiful Poem,xx Speedy

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