Nothing of portend happened when I was born.
No star, no eclipse, no wise woman foretold
my coming. I was simply an occupant of a womb.
But in the seeds of my cells lies starlight, doubling,
bursting into a body that would carry an old soul
pressed into being by divinity that needed me here.
I was born again and again, from different flesh,
emerging into the world with a mission
meant only for me to fulfill; faithfully I bore bones
of my angelic ancestors held earthly
by the blood of my mothers.
Who would trade heaven for snows in Alaska,
tsunamis in Asia, hurricanes in Florida, tornados in Kansas
and gaseous invasions from Chernobyl?
What temptation was there to chose home and hearth
sod and stone when streets are paved
with gold, so they say? What would I want here?
My name will not be drawn on cave walls,
chiseled in stone, written on hero awards,
or held in computer chips for longer than my next breath.
But there is one thing I came to do and I am not aware
of what it is or whether it is done. I am only a poet
writing my life as it was and is, so that when he asks,
I can hand him proof of my willingness to keep
nothing more than my own history of loving the world,
my brothers and sisters, more than I loved heaven.
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I don't think I am able to put into words how this poem affects me, or the sadness I feel at the insanity we find in life that should be far removed from it's purpose to love. I do wonder at my small part in it, and think when I no longer take up space here, that perhpas it will be as if I had never been...not so much ego as just a desired to have expression that adds to the completed expression of intelligence.
You are truly a poet, and I've not read a lot of your work, but am drawn in. Beautifully expressive work!
Karen
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A Poem Rich in character and meaning
An amazing piece of writing. Rich in humility, simplicity and truth; the truth that is yourself! I read this a few times. I felt the first two lines of the second stanza have much meaning... almost as if the freshness of youth has invited in the wisdom of maturity. Your last line says so much about your love of your extended family, encompassing and reaching out to all those who have touched your life and enriched it in some way.
Thank you for the opportunity of being able to read this, I came by way of a link
~Katie~
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http://www.amazon.com/gp/music/clipserve/B000000D0C001001/0/105-1075274-0718052 Your ink indigo is endilable.Never fear ,your memory will always shine here!
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Beautiful post
Sis, I know the images that passed through I revived from here to another world a beautiful cavern enbarked within the walls of my heart..the love of life and for life makes us strive.. very well written poem.. good luck in the contest..love ta much..MM
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a beautiful write from start to finish...we are what we are, who we are...but with writings like this, you will leave an indelible imprint on those you touch with your pen. A wonderful read this morning.
Rory
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"But in the seeds of my cells lies starlight, doubling,
bursting into a body that would carry an old soul
pressed into being by divinity that needed me here."
Sighhh...Such an elegant penning, my Sister...so self~aware, so devoted to Truth..."My name will not be drawn on cave walls, chiseled in stone" ~ Ahhh, don't be so sure about that, my Friend...Your name is chiseled on the cavernous walls of so many hearts already...Beautiful, Carol...
Wanda
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Awwww.....there is a poem in that, gf....name being chiselled on caverns of the heart.... I am going to do a contest for that while I am gone for a few days.... I know you will capture it perfectly.
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Wonderful twist in the end
Indeed, you see ... *sighs*
Loving and generosity is a key to a pure heart worthy of troding heaven (my religion's aspect).
Here, you begin objectively, with a grave lament towards a world with so much to comprehend of gore and tears.
Then you turn subjective, by stating your strength that keeps your heart going on, writing the inks of its experience, and holding stiffly into its culture and prize.
I find redemption here more than critisism, and it is sounded clearly out, that you are a very culture-oriented person, strong in mind and soul.
Very well, great topic, and an interesting approach.
Be well,
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Thank you so much for a nice critique and review. I did trade heaven for this because Ibegged tocome back and raise my babies..I made some promsies and my whole life changed when I was allowed to come back. I wouldn't have traded heaven for the beautiful lessons I have been taught since...the lesson of that first great law...LOVE...
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What an open soul you have. I think you underate your significance; My opinion. However, humility is regal.
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ah, but gratitude is what keeps me going....
is more powerful than anything on earth methinks.
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this is wonderful
does every soul have a mission? is every encounter a blessing? taking or giving something to everyone we touch? Alaskan snow or heaven? Experience is the essence of life... you have content here that is profound... the writng delivers these messages very well... a wonderful piece here
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