Night Voice
Night Voice
It recites repeatedly The Lord’s Prayer,
sometimes The Lake Isle of Innisfree,
but mostly a simple Dear God,
pleas to carry this clay,
and all its wattles,
through the purple glow
to the next eye opening.
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Short poem for Brendan’s prompt on Real Toads to write about voices one hears. The Lake Isle of Innisfree is one of my favorite poems in the world, by W.B. Yeats; it begins, “I will arise and go now.” Pic is mine; all rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
January 22, 2017 at 6:50 pm
Even I say some variant of “Dear God” and I’m not even a believer. Especially at a time like this, of entering a very dark night.
January 22, 2017 at 7:07 pm
Hey Mark, thanks for your kind comment. I was so blessed to go with my husband and daughter and daughter-in-law (they are married) to the march in New York, and feel heartened. I know it will be a difficult time–I keep thinking of June 68 and boy, how dark was that– but this seems fearful in a different way, of course, and especially if you spend a lot of time in NYC. All that said, we did elect Obama (which should have been impossible in this country) and we are here now. What else to do but try? (Unfortunately, I have talents that are not very political, but will just forge ahead.) Thanks so very much for your kind visit. k.
January 22, 2017 at 7:16 pm
Thank you for marching. I am heartened by the millions of women worldwide who did.
January 22, 2017 at 8:13 pm
So great!
January 22, 2017 at 7:00 pm
The next eye opening will come very soon. Meanwhile, and it won’t change easily, “the one behind left holding moan;” (‘Waddle’)
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January 22, 2017 at 10:27 pm
Gorgeous photo, and the prayer is apt for these times……
January 23, 2017 at 12:23 am
I am glad to see you here, K, and to know you joined your feet.
The road ahead is dark but we have no other choice but to walk it… ~
January 23, 2017 at 5:15 am
I love this. Faith consists in a long marriage to holy words–that night voice, in my book, sounds sometimes like Rilke, other times like the Psalmist) — which lays us down to sleep and awakens us to work the fields of glory. Heaven is in the saying. (And your sharing!) Great to see you here, and thanks for speaking out with shoe-leather on Saturday.
January 23, 2017 at 7:05 am
Ah, I too know that voice. (And, regarding the comments, I marched too, but in Madison, Wisconsin. I fear dark days, but it was so encouraging to witness and be part of the march.)
January 23, 2017 at 10:20 am
I do not have the same voice, though I can clearly sense the clay at night… maybe the prayer would help me.
January 23, 2017 at 10:50 am
The voice of prayers can never be underestimated. It provides solace, hopes and faith of the highest order!
Hank
January 23, 2017 at 1:30 pm
This is soo touching.. so beautiful!!❤️
January 24, 2017 at 9:18 pm
Enduring the next four years ~ I hope I am up to the task. Feeling overwhelmed right now ….
January 24, 2017 at 9:29 pm
Pretty hard. k.