Three sacred songs the poet knows
One for Sorrow, One for Joy, One for Rest.
Each song three cords it braids
Into still another song or three
Until their textures
Are being woven
Into Tapestry
Nine Notes
Now I am given
To touch up
And each begins
A different Journey
Takes me a different
Place or so
Nine Sacred Words
are born again
each time
we get
Together
When we the Sacred
Join together
We are Strong
We bring back into the Words
That needs remembering
To Soothe
To Celebrate
To Sleep
They are the voice
Of that
Which we cannot always see
But want to still remember
What makes us sad
What makes us happy
What helps us sleep
And set out
To try to understand it all.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem