Echoes From So Long Ago
Through worlds I have come,
my memories like echoes in the ether,
remind me of my journey,
as stars like flickering time pass by,
rise and fall in contiguous flow,
all I know and have seen
the marks on flesh I bare,
and my forebears speak to me in tongues,
words of epiphanies earned,
their resonant poignant gifts of spirit,
I cannot ignore.
And what they tell, what I remember,
is my soul’s joy, yet
the world about me so lost in dark repose,
no yearning for betterment, to know,
just the gathering of coin
and power’s beckoning will,
and imbalance the scourge of time,
the disease of malignancy,
the spirit wanting, starving,
and we watch the blood-letting,
the heartless aspirations of self.
Echoes are my warmth,
my empty arms to console,
the past of times more mellow, of the soul,
and the values I hold,
the ascending spirit of my whole,
peers down at the lost, tainted humanity,
once liberated within themselves,
now spirits soar in despair,
and I care deeply,
for such loss is more than I can bare,
when echoes from so long ago were there.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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My gosh! I love this, Tony. And that image you chose fits so nicely with your expressions and subject. Really great work, my friend. So spiritual in nature – well done.
Much appreciated Phyllis, glad you connected to the piece. Many ancient cultures have been far more spiritually attuned that we are as humanity today. The more you explore the more astounding that truth becomes. take care.