A POEM TO THE SOULS WHO CAME TO INHABIT THE LAND

Photo by: Joy Lerner on her visit to San Migeuel Allende

Photo: Guanajuato, Mexico, by Joy Lerner

A long time ago, part of me crawled up from the sea to inhabit the land.

Out came the color and radiance of that which was here to command.

Surrounded by beauty it came into full view in the presence of loving hearts on a journey.

This land and its inhabitants have gathered every color available and made their environment scream with delight in the flurry.

The new inhabitants gather together on the date of their birth and worship the light.

Claiming their new life after escaping into lands, attracting and enchanting their beautiful selves, without diminishing any of their personal grace and rights.

Flowers bloom that we could not even imagine and perhaps is part of nature’s blessing.

Monuments put naturally into the landscape attesting to honor, and respect their predecessors in their direction, towards personal grace, righteousness, and the harmony of natural progressing.

Wildly falling water seems endless in creating life and preserving the ecosystem far beyond their ancient gazes and input of the inhabitant guests.

All species foreign and native to the land follow the colors and the patterns. It is stamped into the conscious light on each survivor’s crest.

The history of the land has been preserved to honor the past, care for the present and to secure the knowledge gained for the future.

People of this land are vibrant, intelligent, and beautiful creators of life. The environment is now and forever. For those who come, the numbers will be more, not fewer.

Reflections abound, they astound, just look around, see how profound.

Let us look around, spellbound back to 5,000B.C.

I would surely like to know, how it would be to talk with these inhabitants of not so long ago.

What would they say? What would we say? How would we communicate?

I think, I would do a little dance and sing off tune. They would smile, chuckle, shake their heads and appreciate.

I would bow and scrape at their majesty and they may clap and sing to celebrate.

6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Dina
    Apr 23, 2015 @ 19:46:38

    Beautiful, beautiful poem.

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  2. Sheila Clapkin
    Apr 25, 2015 @ 12:49:03

    Thank you Dina!

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  3. Nuala ryan
    May 10, 2015 @ 23:04:23

    This is profound and timely. What are the voices of all creation saying to us? Have we lost the art of listening? Materialism is consuming us. We are no longer homo sapient …… have become homo consumers ….well on the way to homo ????? technology.
    Thank you for your deep thoughts.

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    • Nuala ryan
      May 10, 2015 @ 23:22:33

      This is fun!!! I need to make a few corrections.
      Homo sapiens not ‘sapient’ reference to Wisdom.
      Homo consumens not ‘consuners’…. definitely related.

      Reply

    • Sheila Clapkin
      May 11, 2015 @ 10:05:39

      Thank you for reading and commenting. How do we get through each day from the beginning of our time? I believe God and the graces by which we are allowed and we allow ourselves..

      Reply

  4. Sheila Clapkin
    May 11, 2015 @ 10:07:56

    Many of us have not only lost the art listening, we do not see. We are definitely caught up in the race. Where are we going? Ha, to the mall, oh dearie me…

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