Under Santa Fe Skies

by Susan Tungate

As The Bombs Are Bursting

For those of you who could use a quiet alternative to all the bombs bursting in air, whether literally or metaphorically,  I offer you David Whyte’s poem.


Make a place of prayer, no fuss,

just lean into the white brilliance

and say what you needed to say

all along, nothing too much, words

as simple and as yours and as heard

as the bird song above your head

or the river running gently beside you,

let your words join to the world

the way stone nestles on stone

the way water simply leaves

and goes to the sea,

the way your promise

breathes and belongs

with every other promise

the world has ever made.


Now, leave them to go on,

let your words alone

to carry their own life,

without you, let the promise

go on with the river.

Have faith. Walk away.


David Whyte from “Prayer after Prayer”

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