Ancestors prayers

August 15, 2019


When all crickets fall silent
The wind stills 
Dropping at my window 
The immutable prayers 
Of the Ancient ones 
They breathed us into Now 
Prayed a tomorrow 
That we walk today 

How I wonder 
Is this evening so quiet 
Are there no more 
Praying for the future kin

The hopes of our tomorrow's 
Sinking in the silt of 
Devilish pride 
Where have all the prayers gone 

I lay my head upon the sill 
My sensory sharpens 
Only in the hum of darkness 
Do I hear my unspoken prayers 
Begin to coagulate 
Rippling from my core 
To be sung into  the silent choir 
Of nevermore 
Their prayers did not fail 
Nor run dry 

The silence left room for humanity 
To be humbled 
Return to grace 
In this time and space 
Letting our imagination 
Be the doula 
Of the future human race 

Any frustration is like a setting sun whose view is obstructed
We are the visionaries 
Birthed from the Ancestors 
Who dreamed 
The costs great 
The history unbidden

We can move forward when 
We let go of the remembrances
Become dreamers of what is good 
In a kind way 
For the next generation
Sitting upon a window sill 
When all the crickets fall silent

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