Eagle Poem

Photo credit: Jonah Jensen

To pray you open your whole self

To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon,

To one whole voice that is you.

And know there is more that you can't see, can't hear,

Can't know except in moments

Steadily growing, and in languages

That aren't always sound but other circles of motion.

Like eagle that Sunday morning

Over Salt River.

Circled in blue sky

In wind, swept our hearts clean

With sacred wings.

We see you, see ourselves and know

That we must take the utmost care and kindness in all things.

Breathe in, knowing we are made of

All this, and breathe, knowing

We are truly blessed because we

Were born, and die soon within a

True circle of motion,

Like eagle rounding out the morning

Inside us.

We pray that it will be done In beauty.

In beauty.

Joy Harjo