EAGLE POEM
Joy Harjo

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.

 -- Chosen and read by Nancy L. 

Love the image of the eagle soaring, protecting…

“In wind, swept our hearts clean

With sacred wings”

This sculpture reminds me that we are all held in Gods loving hands-lifted up on the wings of angels in our lives.

— Photos and reflection by Bonnie L.

Coziness at the Old Kitchen at Brookgreen on a cold, brisk day — celebrating warmth, community and wonder!

— Photos by Nancy L.