Sedona by Paula Josa-Jones
This poem came to me from my friend Polly Styron, who has been following my wedding travails (travels?). It came to her from the lovely Garrison Keillor – a poetry archangel. It is EXACTLY what I needed to read today.
Prayer for What is Lost
We are moving forward
or in some direction up,
down, east, west, to the side,
down the canyon walls,
watching the light fall
on the cliffs, which makes
the light seem ancient because
the red stone is hundreds
of millions of years old,
but the light is from today,
it is what the plants are moving
out of the earth to meet,
it heats the air that lifts the birds
that float and hover
over what is made from now.
“Prayer for What is Lost” by Stuart Kestenbaum, from Prayers & Run-On Sentances. © Deerbrook Editions, 2007. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)