Praise Song 2010


*In Thanksgiving spirit, I’m reposting one of my favorite writing activities: the Praise Song. I encourage you to create your own Praise Poems and share!

I read this poem a few years ago for my Journal Therapy class and was very inspired.

Praise Song

Paise the light of late November,
the thin sunlight that goes deep in the bones.
Praise the crows chattering in the oak trees;
though they are clothed in night, they do not
despair. Praise what little there’s left:
the small boats of milkweed pods, husks, hulls,
shells, the architecture of trees. Praise the meadow
of dried weeds: yarrow, goldenrod, chicory,
the remains of summer. Praise the blue sky
that hasn’t cracked yet. Praise the sun slipping down
behind the beechnuts, praise the quilt of leaves
that covers the grass: Scarlet Oak, Sweet Gum,
Sugar Maple. Though darkness gathers, praise our crazy
fallen world; it’s all we have, and it’s never enough.

– Barbara Crooker
(Abalone Moon, Summer 2004)

I was pushed by the last line to think that if this “crazy fallen world” is never enough, then what is?

Read here for more inspiration:

Write your own praise song

My Praise Song in November

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