The Onesquethaw Creek

The Onesquethaw Creek

Morning on Bennett Hill

It was a magical morning to be awake on Bennett Hill
The horses and cows were blowing fog from their nostrils
as geese and crows competed
for the shrouded airy currents.
The rising sun looked like a ghostly lantern
as it tried to penetrate the mysterious steam
that enfolded everything in a sheer gray woven fabric.
I heard a chorus of joy rising from the creek
and as I ran to discover the source of the song
I saw angels rising from the mist that blanketed the waters.
A gentle wind was stirring and the angels were chanting:
“Holy is the wind, Hallowed is the wind that stirs the waters
and brings us breath!”
As the breeze dispersed the mist and the sun burnt off the fog
I watched the chorus fade, still chanting.
And staring at the water I saw smiles in the waves
and heard laughter in the currents.
I took up the angel’s chant
“Holy is the wind. Hallowed is the wind that stirs the waters
and brings us breath!”
And I heard the wind reply:
“Holy is this earth. Hallowed is this Earth that calls our names
and gives us life.”
by caf

©Carole Fults


3 thoughts on “The Onesquethaw Creek

  1. Rene March 30, 2014 / 9:35 pm

    OMG Carole, I absolutely LOVE this poem and am chanting right along with all of you as the Holy Rain beats against my window pane. Beautiful!


  2. Cathy March 31, 2014 / 11:24 am

    This makes me miss you and Bennett Hill so, so much. Enchanting and holy this is.


    • cfults March 31, 2014 / 12:24 pm

      The hill and creek and I miss you too!!!!


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