The sunset rock glows. Crimson hue’s melting
and drenching the hill. An ear to the evensongs in bird-voice I walk alone in
the woods. Leaves are still and so is my mind. Words have stopped fizzing. I
have become Prayer itself. The evening star is out in a pink purple sky. Ah…let
peace rain everywhere. Let joy kindle every heart. I pray for you little Aylan.
You are my child too.
Night drips from the sky
A small tree on hilltop bursts
Silhouetted sorrow
Posted for Haibun Monday 1 @ dVerse
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
I have become prayer itself.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cool line that is. Not that we just live praying, but that we are a living prayer.
Aylan is all our child.
Now what shall we do?
There cannot be a better place to contemplate and to remember the sadness of what has happened... and also get some strength from this hilltop.. The silhouetted sorrow is really says so much of that experience.
ReplyDeleteThe way you entwined nature, spirituality and yourself is a marvel. Some very lyrical phrases, seeped in philosophy. The haiku is intense, illuminating, seductive, and so thought-provoking. So well done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful writing, Sumana. One thought comes to my mind...let peace 'rain' and also let peace 'reign.' Really a lovely haiku!
ReplyDeleteSumana, such beautiful lines can come only from your pen.
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking lately of life as a prayer..our thoughts and feelings all part of the universal soul...your story brings me down to earth and provides a frame for the images created..it is beautiful
ReplyDeleteI love the deep sense of silence, peace and spirituality ~ I specially love: I have become Prayer itself.
ReplyDeleteYour haiku is exquisite with night dripping from the sky ~
Thanks for being part of our Haibun Monday Sumana ~
Very nicely done Sumana!
ReplyDeleteOh.. to take hate out of religion greaTest escape
ReplyDeleteto bring heaven out of heal best respite..
Oh.. religion will never go away..
change comes from within...
Aylan's tears
God's eYes
tale FEAR
The most beautiful poem I have read about that small child. This is gorgeous writing. Heartfelt and full of loving sorrow. I especially love "I have become Prayer itself" and "you are my child too." Lovely, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteI think you have captured the spirit of the haibun beautifully and I admire the fact that you have also managed to write about a very sad current event. May we all become prayers!
ReplyDeleteYour poem is gentle grief we can all relate to...with prayers for peace and even joy, in spite of a violent world. Thanks for your quiet hilltop view!
ReplyDeleteTo become prayer itself is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful sentiments in beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful! To be able to quiet the mind and heart so as to listen and hear peace and joy, to be in communication with the Creator, is a wonderful thing. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteBecoming prayer itself...if we do that, we will do what is right.
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful, Sumana...becoming Prayer itself...is there anything more full of grace than that? And very touching words for little Aylan...I agree, he is all of ours.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying again. I failed at leaving a comment before...but I love the gentle and meditative feel of this, Sumana. And how beautiful to become Prayer itself. I so agree, little Aylan is all of ours.
ReplyDeletemy favourite part of this is the line, "I have become Prayer itself". What a wonderful description of communion with God!
ReplyDelete"Night drips from the sky"--what a glorious line.
ReplyDeleteOh, I just love this, filled with gently beauty, like its own meditation. Gorgeous.
ReplyDeleteI like how sacred this eve for you, how 'I have become Prayer itself. ~ wonderful! magical! 'Ah…let peace rain everywhere!' ~ I join your prayer.
ReplyDeleteThe hilltop tree bursting with life confirms that we are all part of this beautiful continuous evolution of life as it makes its round. Beautifully written Sumana.
ReplyDelete"silhouetted sorrow", i think that is gonna stick with me for a while
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Sumana - I like the mix of prose and verse - along with the image it conveys a sense of dignity and wisdom
ReplyDeleteAh…let peace rain everywhere.
ReplyDeleteLet joy kindle every heart.
How we had wished for peace but it is so elusive. Be it for the world or even for a loved one. Peace is a blessing when it does come.
Hank
Visiting once more, Sumana. In rereading I think about the idea of becoming prayer itself. I think this is a good way of living oneself. BEING the prayer as one goes through each day. Thank you for this thought!
ReplyDeleteabsolutely mesmerizing. wonderful place i felt while reading this lovely piece. reminds me of 'remember, be here now' by Ram Das
ReplyDeletelovely and moving haibun, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteLet's hope that little Aylan did not died in vain. :(
Leaves are still and so is my mind. Words have stopped fizzing. I have become Prayer itself.
ReplyDeleteSuch powerful lines..!!
this is definitely the most beautiful posting i have read concerning the dead child Aylan
ReplyDeletehave a blessed Sunday Sumana
much love...
Ah, the idea of becoming a prayer. Soothing. Love the last line of the haiku.
ReplyDeleteThis is very good writing. I keep reading it over and over and hearing something new each time.
ReplyDeleteOh, Sumana, this child became everyone's child, but is no where so beautifully memorialized as here in this poem by one who knows the double edged sword of love and grief.
ReplyDeleteLoving it again this morning, especially "let peace rain everywhere." Yes, may it spread swiftly.
ReplyDeletesad piece - and a most excellent style
ReplyDeleteThese words seem to bring healing as they layer peace with it....amazingly perfect words in both parts...the haiku is heart wrenching.
ReplyDeleteDonna@LivingFromHappiness
Exquisite. I feel that the hilltop evinces a peaceful strength to sooth the sorrow. Lovely writing.
ReplyDeleteI too, like the line about becoming prayer itself. I believe that whatever form our creativity takes, what we make is prayer.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletethis was a bittersweet poem. i could tell a mother's heartfelt plea in it.
ReplyDeleteI just love the colors and fluidity to this poem and the idea of "becoming a Prayer" so beautiful, Sumana.
ReplyDeleteA prayerful state does rejoice in the beauty of the simplest things: a sunset, evening star, creation at its finest moments. Aylan may not have made it to shore alive, but he is nestled in the bosom of the Father, as all innocent children are. That is my prayerful consolation.
ReplyDelete