I Am

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Song of Amergin

I am the wind that blows across the sea;
I am the wave of the deep;
I am the roar of the ocean;
I am the stag of seven battles;

I am the hawk on the cliff;
I am a ray of sunlight;
I am the greenest of plants;
I am a wild boar;
I am a salmon in the river;

I am a lake on the plain;
I am the word of knowledge;
I am the point of a spear;
I am the lure beyond the ends of the earth;
I am the god who put fire in your head;





Who made the trails through stone mountains;
Who knows the age of the moon;
Who knows where the setting sun rests.

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Come All You Sailors, Lovers, Seekers...

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COME ALL YOU SAILORS

Come all you sailors
Sail upon my sea
Swim in these salty waters
Cleanse the wounds that run so deep

Come all you lovers
Give your hearts to me
Come with your broken dreams
and your ruined fancies



Come all you seekers
Realize that you can see
Find within your deepest longing
That all you need is me

- The Wailin' Jennys

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Bread of Life

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Be gentle when you touch bread.

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Let it not lie uncared for, unwanted.

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So often bread is taken for granted.

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There is so much beauty in bread;

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beauty of sun and soil,

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beauty of patient toil,

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winds and rains have caressed it,

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Christ often blessed it.

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Be gentle when you touch bread.

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Celtic prayer

Come With Me

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The Sunflowers
by Mary Oliver


Come with me
into the field of sunflowers.
Their faces are burnished disks,
their dry spines creak like ship masts,
their green leaves,
so heavy and many,
fill all day with the sticky sugars of the sun.

Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy but want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young -
the important weather, the wandering crows.

Don't be afraid
to ask them questions!

Their bright faces, which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds -
each one a new life! hope for a deeper acquaintance;
each of them, though it stands
in a crowd of many,
like a separate universe, is lonely, the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy.

Come and let us talk with those modest faces,
the simple garments of leaves,
the coarse roots in the earth
so uprightly burning.

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Chicory

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Chicory

Roadside chicory with economy of leaves
splurged all to color,
blue, blue, lavender-blue blue,
flat faced, fringed blue on thin stems,
redeeming the ditches


- Arline Fobes

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Gone To The Fields To Be Lovely

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Camas Lilies

Consider the lilies of the field,
the blue banks of camas opening
into acres of sky along the road.

Would the longing to lie down
and be washed by that beauty
abate if you knew their usefulness,
how the natives ground bulbs
for flour, how the settler’s hogs
uprooted them, grunting in gleeful
oblivion as the flowers fell?

And you—what of your rushed and
useful life? Imagine setting it all down—
papers, plans, appointments, everything,
leaving only a note: “Gone to the fields
to be lovely. Be back when I’m through
with blooming.”

Even now, unneeded and uneaten,
the camas lilies gaze out above the grass
from their tender blue eyes.

Even in sleep your life will shine.
Make no mistake.
Of course, your work will always matter.
Yet Solomon in all his glory
was not arrayed like one of these.

-Lynn Ungar from What We Share

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Hands

Hands

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all OK
And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these
I won't be made useless
I won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
That lights the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
It didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after
We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
And I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
We are God's hands
We are God's hands

- Jewel

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