The Spirit was there,
singing with us this morning,
lifting our voices.
Past the dimensions
On to Heaven.
Angels hovered
On silent wings
As they joined in,
Singing “ Holy, holy, holy
Lord God Almighty”
Exalting Him
As our voices
rose and fell,
Melody and Harmony
In a celestial dance,
Beautifully tangled
Together, erasing the
Lines where one ends
And the other begins
Ordinary
voices becoming
One extraordinary
symphony
Carried on the wind
Above the trees
Past the adoring sun
Like wispy tendrils
Of pure Love
Swirling, dancing
Toward the heavens
A thousand angels
Raise their voices
And sing along,
In angelic chorus
Rejoicing,
in every word
And every note
That wafts up from
The old church
Tears fell
Voices rose
Hearts were lifted.
The Spirit was there.
About the Creator
Colleen Walters
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A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli3 days ago in Poets
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Beautiful, as always!😊🫶
This is packed full of amazing imagery and I love thinking about the angelic hosts.