#judyth hill

[katieannwrites]

[innervoiceartblog]

Everything is in front of us...

When I stop speaking, this poem will open its wings.

Take the palomino’s reins, turn his head toward the mountains, feast the Beloved on clover’s honied translation, marigold and amaranth.

The meadow calls to us in vine, in leaves going so gently – away.

Look in the mirror, and be seen by infinite varieties of light.

This rose, this outcry of swallow’s flight – What wings do we wear at journey’s end? See the road, see it?

Stop in certainty there,  Praising the vivid harvest.  Prairies stretch before us in the reverie of bells,   in the play of chime and destined ring.

Toll, toll. Ache for an understanding of thorns, the pierce of absence.

On this map, learn the latitude of angels.

Memorize the latticed patterns of coral.   Clamor for the overhead passing of the Perseid, become egrets by morning.

Sit your heart where your mind is. Speak from underneath the buddleia, butterfly bush, when 

those leaves fall, watch for wings everywhere. 

~ Judyth Hill 

[radiatingblossom]

Wage Peace

Wage peace with your breath.

Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields.

Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees.

Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud.

Remember your…

View On WordPress

[acupofpoetry]

Wage Peace by Judyth Hill

Wage peace with your breath. Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of redwing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields. Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees. Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact.

Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud. Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers.

Make soup. Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages. Learn to knit, and make a hat. Think of chaos as dancing raspberries, imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish. Swim for the other side. Wage peace.

Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious. have a cup of tea and rejoice. Act as if armistice has already arrived. Celebrate today.

[janiereinart]

Wage Peace on 9/11

Wage Peace on 9/11

I have shared my family’s experience and sorrow about 9/11. On this anniversary of 9/11, I want to share the powerful words of poet, author, and mentor, Judyth Hill. We must wage peace and breathe.

  Wage Peace by Judyth Hill

Wage peace with your breath.

Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds.

Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping…

View On WordPress

[allyourprettywords]

"Wage Peace," Judyth Hill

Wage peace with your breath. Breathe in firemen and rubble, breathe out whole buildings and flocks of red wing blackbirds. Breathe in terrorists and breathe out sleeping children and freshly mown fields. Breathe in confusion and breathe out maple trees. Breathe in the fallen and breathe out lifelong friendships intact. Wage peace with your listening: hearing sirens, pray loud. Remember your tools: flower seeds, clothes pins, clean rivers. Make soup. Play music, learn the word for thank you in three languages. Learn to knit, and make a hat. Think of chaos as dancing raspberries, imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty or the gesture of fish. Swim for the other side. Wage peace. Never has the world seemed so fresh and precious: Have a cup of tea and rejoice. Act as if armistice has already arrived. Don't wait another minute. Celebrate today.

[hiddenshores]

imagine grief as the outbreath of beauty

Judyth Hill, from "Wage Peace"

[thechromatophore]

There's a secret, I'll tell you: Haiku is really four lines, but the last line is silent.

from "Samurai Angels," a poem in Judyth Hill's Hardwired for Love.