A Fallen Light

on Friday, March 05, 2010

Taman Negara (LGS)

Oh Ancient Mother, who watches over our very heart beats,
See, O see your children's desperate plight
Our forest had grown dark, the light fails and retreats,
It seems like life itself had taken flight.
The land was bleeding earth into brown choked rivulets,

Oh Ancinet Guardian, protector of all living things
Hear, o hear your people's despairing cries,
The land ails and fails to provide as once it did,
The water, the air poisoned with lies
Our bellys are empty and our children beyond comforting.

Oh Ancient of Ancients, who dwells in all we know,
Feel, O feel your spirits dire impotence,
As spirits of steel and smoke surround and grow
And care not for keeping the natural balance
Our familiars, our guides are silent and cold.

Oh Ancient One, our hope as in the rising morn,
From amongst us you arose a special son,
Your child, my child and our hope and light reborn
Born to stand in the gap of dreams and reason
To lead our people back from past beyond

Oh Ancient One, joy again brightened our face,
Aha! Aha! Aha! The sweet melody rings,
No longer do we sell the future of our race
To fill bellys and for forgetfulness drinks
With heads held high facing newly bright days

O Mother of Mothers, who comforts and dries tears,
Know that our hearts, briefly warmed have grown cold.
For the light flickered and fell before his years,
He bore his people's hopes, the boy who was old,
O Mother of Mothers, comfort him and dry his tears.

9 comments:

Joyce's Ramblings said...

Where is this post from? I don't think I have ever heard it. We have security in that fallen son and have lost our fear of the future.
Only 2 "U"s in my comment. oyce

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful prayer! It is so true of the world today but as Joyce said we have security in our belief in that son. Betty

WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF POETRY: said...

A lovely prayer so beeautifully written, a pleasure to read.

Have a lovely week-end.
Yvonne,

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Dear Joyce, Betty and Yvonne,
This is an original LGS poem but this is not about Christ. The imagery may have some similarities but this was an attempt to pay tribute to a champion from and for indigenous peoples who was able to begin shaping a future for his people in the cut-throat modern world and restore their pride and hope in themselves. Unfortunately, he died suddenly this week and too young.

Joyce's Ramblings said...

You are showing one more skill. You did a remarkable poem and tribute.

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful tribute to a fallen hero! Betty

XUP said...

A beautiful piece of work, LGS.

On a limb with Claudia said...

Great poem/prayer! I really like it!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

Joyce,Betty, XUP and Claudia,
Thank you for the kind words. As it is meant to be a tribute to this remarkable young man than this poem is intended to shine the limelight on him and not myself.

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