Spirit Leaf

Within the chaos
where war breeds
my broken psyche
grows wings.

Cocooned in all
I’m not my mind
responds to divinity’s
voice to become
the peace I seek.

Hanging from the spirit leaf
my tongue learns the language
of harmony; the ancient song
earth sings to seeds birthing change.

When purpose tears my hiding place
I feel my wings unfold. Discord no longer
owns my speech. I speak the words of peace.

©Susie Clevenger 2015 


 NaPoWriMo ~ Day 11

This is my prayer, my hope for my metamorphosis 
to speak peace and not anger.

Real Toads ~ A Message From Little Grandmother

Comments

Sherry Blue Sky said…
Susie, how I love this! "My broken psyche grows wings".....becoming the peace we seek.......the spirit leaf......and earth's ancient song. Wow. You got right inside Little Grandmother's message. Thanks so much for adding this beauty to the wonderful responses to this prompt. Sigh. I am feeling very full, from all of the beautiful poems.
April 11, 2015 at 5:59 PM
Gail said…
Wonderful. I know exactly what you feel but I could not find the words.

Thanks for visiting.
April 11, 2015 at 6:27 PM
Hannah said…
Goodness..Susie this sends chills, truly...such a beautiful idea and it's delivered expertly. Thank you!
April 11, 2015 at 7:15 PM
Debi Swim said…
You poem is beautiful and your comment "This is my prayer, my hope for my metamorphosis to speak peace and not anger." should be cross-stitched and framed and taken to heart.
April 11, 2015 at 7:31 PM
Outlawyer said…
That is a lovely wish. I have been working on meditation lately and it helps! Thank you for inspiration, Susie. k.
April 11, 2015 at 8:59 PM
Ella said…
Lovely, Susie! Speaking peace is huge~
April 11, 2015 at 10:23 PM
Jim said…
I like it, Susie. When you can't hide anymore unfold those wings you had developed for troubles like this.
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April 11, 2015 at 10:56 PM
Kerry O'Connor said…
I love the way you used you favourite butterfly image as a metaphor in this poem.
April 12, 2015 at 2:21 AM
Grace said…
To the speak the word of peace, I love that Susie ~
April 12, 2015 at 6:51 AM
Susan said…
"Cocooned in all
I’m not"
Yes, always ready, honed, waiting to lift you/me up with the help of nature/supernatural companionship!
April 12, 2015 at 7:19 AM
grapeling said…
Definitely Sherry's soul sister :) ~
April 13, 2015 at 12:37 AM
Gillena Cox said…
only now reading your day 11 post; enjoyed

AND
i invite you to link in at my Monday WRites (every Monday meme)
http://myblog-verses.blogspot.com/2015/04/50.html

much love...
April 13, 2015 at 8:06 AM
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