The Circle of Life2019-05-05T02:16:19+00:00

The Circle of Life

How quietly the earth breathes forth new life.

How eagerly the sun bleeds forth the spring.

I am listening.

I am listening to seeds breaking open,

to roots growing strong beneath the ground,

to green shoots rising up from winter wombs.

I am listening to thorns blossoming,

to barren branches laughing out new growth,

to wildflowers dancing through the meadows.

I am listening.

I am listening to the forest filling up with song.

I am listening to the earth filling up with life.

I am listening to trees filling up with leaves.

I am listening.

I am listening to the sky with its many changing moods,

to flashes of lightning, peals of thunder,

to opening buds and greening grass.

I am listening to the breaking forth of light

in the vestibule of dawn.

I am listening to the freshness of the morning.

I am listening.

 I am listening to the rain drops

giving hope to thirsty gardens.

I am listening to the orchards

pregnant with new life,

I am listening to the flowers

bursting forth in rainbow colors.

I am listening.

I am listening to the brook,

to the song of happy waters,

I am listening to music

rising up from all the earth.

 I am listening to spring

soaring in on wings of life,

I am listening to the sounds of spring.

I am listening.

I am listening to prayers pouring forth from feathered throats,

I am listening to prayers

rising up from misty waters.

I am listening to prayers

of a meadow crowned with dawn.

I am listening.

I am listening to the growing

in the garden of my heart.

I am listening to my heart

singing songs of resurrection.

I am listening to the colors of life.

I am listening.

I am listening to winter

handing over spring,

I am listening to the poetry of spring.

I am listening.

— Macrina Wiederkehr