Today’s post is a bit late. Apologies for the delay, but sometimes the day runs wild like horses in Montana.

Maybe beauty can save the world. Maybe it can’t. Whatever the case, the video I shared this week proves the truth: Beauty can break rocks. Today, enjoy a poem inspired by this week’s previous video.

Birdsong

In the church of St. Simon The Tanner,
the guardian of the Kura River,
a choir collected voices as
a passing of peace.

The West sent their Pope,
the East a black-haired girl,
young as the Virgin Mary,
small as a baby bird
until she sang.

Over the drones of her elders
she wailed, throat full of notes,
which rose and fell like
the breaths between sobs.

Her elder, a bearded man,
sang his offering too
and all measured it
an act of power meets power.

But the girl,
it is said by some,
was the water
that broke the Rock.

Grab a Copy and Wake Up

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