I first wrote this poem during September of 2020, during the pandemic. My sleep patterns changed and I began to watch the sky at night. The words for this poem came to me on the night of the full September moon, which is called the full corn moon, or for many, the green corn moon … Continue reading When Sleep Does Not Seem Important
There it is againThe Holy murmurings The indistinct, low, morning whispersOf the Holy One of Sacred SilenceOf the One who out of the early quietSings lyrical melodiesOf the One who is the cool refreshing water And gentle breezes Of the not yet completed sunriseOf what will be an impossibly hot and fierce dayIt is the … Continue reading Summer Murmurings
There it was In a small planter Outside a shop As the afternoon sun Was beginning Its long, lazy, summer descent Why is it called Blackfoot I have always wondered When its stunning Golden petals Encircling a brilliant sun With starshaped rays Whisper to me That its name Is Promise And for me In that … Continue reading Promise
prayers of my heart, a collection of articles and writings by C. Alicia Randolph 