The cultural eyes of the tribe lay dormant until the end was near
each warrior hid their souls, their true selves, until the abomination had ended,
the women kept their secrets hidden, holding them close until the right time.
But once the wars to end all wars had ceased, the people came alive again with joyful hearts,
as they waited for the earth to reclaim her kingdom, it was time they said,
to be alive, and allow their children to be reborn, to live in green meadows,
loving the old ways, and for their people to be a people once more.
All the wars were over now, even the sky called a truce
with the people, and there was freedom
for each one. The earth rejoiced.
Note: Influenced by First Nations/Native American writings
Poetry © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
image from mrwallpaper via google
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”
The woman in my family portrait has Native American in her! So this is ironic that I’m reading this now…
So cool! I really appreciate you reading, and your comments are wonderful. Thank you! Peace to you.
your photographs and poems are equally amazing Nick!
Thank you Sharmishtha, this poem is mine, but not the photo. I usually use my own, but this one seemed to fit better. The credit is listed on the bottom of the page. Peace to you!
Beaustful poem, Nico.
Thank you Genie! I’m blessed by your comment. Peace to you.
Very beautiful as well as the picture they go great together.
Thank you Connie! I loved writing this. The photo is not mine but you’re right, I love the way this goes together. Peace and blessings to you!
I think we’re going to keep scarring this old planet (sigh). But we can look forward with hope to “a new heaven and a new earth” (Rev. 21: 1).
Excellent point Anna! Thank you, and peace to you.
Thank you! Blessings to you!