Writing With Angels:
Today, our writing prompt, “The Sound of Faith” brought forth beautiful stories from the writers’ lived experiences as well as their lively imagination.
Here’s my contribution: (still a work in progress)
The sound of faith echoes from the oak’s branch.
From my window, I hear its somber call.
I feel its strength, nurtured by years of spring sun
Greyed by winter storms.
Quietly, eternally, birthing emerald leaves into a vast blue sea.
Now, it waits in harmony with all Creation,
Listening for the Spirit’s breath
bringing urgent prayers of a family gathered
somewhere down the road, in another home,
around their dying son.
Like a foreign hymn,
to those who laugh and play outside
immersed in their own daily gaiety,
Free from grief and pain.
Strong, nurtured by sun and formed by stormy seas,
Your strength, rooted in faith,
Offers rest to tired wounded souls
Your carved leaves gently curl
brushing away all wrongs, all hurts…
While leaving a novena of memories in hope-filled breasts.
Tears hasten upwards from your very roots,
Murmuring a song of comfort.
No longer silent
I hear your weeping,
I feel your giving,
O blessed, healing tree.
Note: Writing With Angels is a venue to pray, journal, reflect, write, create and recreate.
My mind moves my pen as I write, while thoughts of “acceptance” for what this year brings veil my inspiration.