The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior

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The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Solstice Moon



Under the solstice moon
We danced in ragged rings
As dogs sniffed the wind
With noses in the sky

There the breath of God
Drifting through Orion’s Belt
Took our humble prayers
Through footless halls night

Lo the power washed us
And lifted us on high
Where the sun will come again
Reborn upon the wheel

So Frankincense smoke slow
Float upon the winter air
The tally of our needs
God’s grace to fill once more

1 comment:

Murder of Ravens said...

"There the breath of God
Drifting through Orion’s Belt
Took our humble prayers
Through footless halls night"

Really like that stanza. Excellent use of imagery.

-smith

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