crows know the hour of prayer
I hear them gather each morning
just above my open window
I wrap myself in fringes
they stand ready in burnished black
and together we open our throats
I seek the heights of Spirit
then fold my tent of Meeting
and move into my day
they soar into the heavens
flit between treetop and roof
observant and open to All that is
crows know the hour of prayer
and when we meet again at twilight
maybe they will teach me to fly
Jewniquely Myself 
Most beautiful!
Always a treat to know you are reading and that you find meaning here, darling Patty! *hummingbirds**willows in mist*
Hi, it was quite lovely. I could just hear you and the crows having prayer together.
Reblogged this on Plaisted Publishing.
This made me think about the humbling act itself, the prayer/faith relationship and animal wisdom. I liked the use of the crow, a great symbol for this poem.
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I always appreciate your poetic comments, thank you dear Annie! *yellow butterflies**willows in mist*
Hi Annie, Joan and all. It gave me a new perspective on crows. So many times, people think of crows as being the bearer of bad news or ill intent and this is so lovely.
i hear crows every morning by my window- now i know they are inviting me to join them in prayer! Sooo beautiful. *birds in blue skies*
They call to me from everywhere now, reminding me…how sweet to know they are also calling you, my darling friend!
*smiling heart*
There are tons of them where I live. They sit in the treetops calling to one another in the early morning sunrise.
When Blue and I venture out on these frosty mornings I’m filled with the knowing that they are there, calling us to the Goddess in Prayer.
As it is cast, so it shall be delivered. As it is delivered so shall it be done.
May the circle be open, but never broken.
Merry Meet. Merry Part and Merry Meet Again.
may their whisperings be a constant reminder of the One
in both our ears!
Blessings and Love to you
I here them now – as it is dusk for us and read your beautiful words – may all Nature smile as we rejoice together in remembering the One!