Only One Voice
Jessica Powers
Only one voice,
but it was singing
and the words danced and as they danced held high–
oh, with what grace!–their lustrous bowls of joy.
Even in dark we knew they danced, but we–
none of us–touched the hem of what would happen.
Somewhere around a whirl, swirl, a pirouette,
the bowls flew and and spilled,
and we were drenched, drenched to the dry bone
in our miserable night.
Only one voice,
but morning lay awake in her bed and listened,
and then was out and racing over the hills
to hear and see.
And water and light and air and the tall trees
and people, young and old, began to hum
the catchy, catchy tune.
And everyone danced, and everyone, everything,
even the last roots of the doddering oak
believed in life
Cradle of Dawn
Libby Roderick
The forces facing us are terrible indeed
My hope may flicker in the night
But in the morning I will plant another seed
and while you sleep it seeks the light
There are no promises that we will see the day
The dreams we live for will succeed
But I can promise you that half way
Round the world, I will hold the light up while you sleep.