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Monday, June 09, 2014

"Invocation"--poem by Jeanne Lohmann 

Let us try what it is to be true to gravity,
to grace, to the given, faithful to our own voices,
to lines making the map of our furrowed tongue.
Turned toward the root of a single word, refusing
solemnity and slogans, let us honor what hides
and does not come easy to speech.  The pebbles
we hold in our mouths help us to practice song,
and we sing to the sea.  May the things of this world
be preserved to us, their beautiful secret
vocabularies.  We are dreaming it over and new,
the language of our tribe, music we hear
we can only acknowledge.  May the naming powers
be granted.  Our words are feathers that fly
on our breath.  Let them go in a holy direction.
- Jeanne Lohmann

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