Perhaps the World Ends Here — by Joy Harjo
Listening the Joy Harjo read her poems gives a prayerful feel to her words. The first poem,
feels like a translation of "Eagle Spirit" to instruct us on how to pray, connect to the circle of life.
The circle image continues -- circles of sound of inner voice, motion, Eagles, and wind-swept hearts cleaned by its sacred wings. You may not have thought about what a "true circle" of motion is,
or the "rounding out the morning/inside us". How do you pray in beauty?
Say this poem!
Perhaps the World Ends Here: feels like receiving a sermon by a wise woman. We spoke of how the words infuse us with a spiritual presence, rich layers of meaning, such as the word, "terrible" which like "awful" used to mean something worthy of awe. What does it mean to be human? How do we connect with dreams, with each other, put our "falling-down selves" back together?
Like the Tony Hoagland poem, we must not forget to put a word like "Sunlight" on our lists of things
we say we must do.
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