Thursday Nov 22, 2007

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'my people' timothy r g, 11/22/2007

darkness covered the face of the deep;
Spirit hovered over it,
awaiting the invitation to part the seas;
light shown,
spoken,
shining, now beheld,
what was, is;

brother sun; sister moon,
siblings danced in the night's sky,
what was, is;
eagles found their nests,
boars their truffles,
rats, flies, butterflies and silver-backed gorillas have their flight too,
hump-back whales learned a new song,
in a new land,
water above, now in an earthen vessel,
what was, is;

earth - red, black, auburn, yellow, beige,
few grains truly black or white
earth - trees, grass, brush, herbs,
the same hues as the earth
earth - water above, below, within, moving, living,
reflecting rarely what is truly black or white
earth - Adam, Hebrew name, merely one from the earth,
no different than the others, the same hues,
yes,
what was, is;

dark night finds its home,
spirit awaiting an invitation to open the doors,
royal entry,
finding that where I was, I am still,
seeing what was overshadowed;
my people dance in the day;
what was, is.
booksartyoume:
FYI re the above poem:
Note: My heritage, as such, on this plain, is of Cherokee indegenous to this land now called America, my Grandmother's Mother was of the Cherokees, and my Grandmother's Father was from Germany. My Grandfather's Father and Mother were first generation immigrants to this country around the end of the Civil War between the States. Both of his Parents reposed from this time and space when he was barely six years of age, which left him orphaned to raise himself, not but a few years after the Civil War between the States. His privilge, as he would say, was to be raised by many and all. His love for people, period, and all species, still baffles me at times, when compared to all the hardship and heartache that he lived. His presence in the world when I was a young boy growing up into early adulthood, and still now his presence in memory and spirit directs my thoughts of what truly matters.

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