Poetry, Music

The color of crystal
a poem for Horace Seldon at his 85th birthday

In nineteen and sixty eight
an oracle whispered to you
do right by John Brown’s promise

the earth shook
itself off and said
fine, begin to undo, new

you drive east
organize Boston
against the wind
Jimi Two Feathers drums
Yvonne poems a future
white becomes a color

two thousand and eight
you still beacon up hills
tracing landmarks
the shop with a parasol of freedom
still stands
a tall man
in a compact body
twinkling

your eighty five years
we special you now.

love to you Horace,
Becky Thompson

 
From niece Rosalie Murdock – Song makes me think of Horace; in his honor: Day is Done


Card with Navajo prayer from Geoffrey Brahmer

From a Navajo prayer
Blessed was your walk
Blessed is your walk
Blessed be the road ahead
Blessed be your walk
Blessed by the road behind you
Blessed be your holy walk
The sky above you is holy
Blessed be your walk
The road to the north is blessed
Blessed be your walk
And the road to the east, west & south
Blessed be your walk
And the ground beneath your feet
Blessed be your walk
All directions holy
All movement holy
Blessed be your walk
Blessed be your holy walk
Today
Forever
Always
Blessed be your walk
Blessed be your holy walk