Our Father Spoke in Hieroglyph

Our Father Spoke in Hieroglyphs
“I am not Egyptian but Suburban…”

1.  Hieroglyph Incantations

Our father spoke mysterious symbols.

“I am not Egyptian but Suburban,”

his collared shirt wrapped up like a turban

as if this aisle of sage were sacred halls.

He would take a stick and draw hieroglyphs

on sandy zone of our inhibitions,

a spell or magical incantations,

this ground, ancient Egyptian papyrus.

A time for child to pay close attention.

These instructions on how to survive here,

a foreign adult world of sullen thought.

Each hieroglyph our father’s contention

on how to live our lives without a fear.

Each symbol puzzle pieces children sought.

"Our Father Spoke in Hieroglyphics."
“…How we were to expect the worlds judgement.”

 

2.  Judgment of Ani

He explained to us how we were to judge.

How we were to expect the world’s judgement.

That people’s judgement is not punishment.

No reason burdens us with this one grudge.

In hieroglyphs they sit straight and narrow

with heads as beast or bird or gelded hat

each holding a hand up where each one sat

some with pointed stand or bow and arrow.

This judgement is to prove our worthiness,

our openness to hear this knowledge told

and lead our family to a better world.

His magical incantations caress

these symbols brought to us by hands of old

and gently in sand these stories unfurled.

"Our Father Spoke in Hieroglyphics."
“…now that we’ve made it past one hundred suns.”

3.  Journey to the Underworld

Our father shows us the drawn instructions.

Instructions we earned through our well loved life,

our innocence and love even in strife

now that we’ve made it past one hundred suns.

He pointed with his stick where we should walk

and feeling our new found purpose took off

into the sagebrush where the trail gets rough

knowing our long path after our drawn talk.

Our father spoke mysterious symbols,

a spell or magical incantations

each hieroglyph my father’s contention

as if this aisle of sage were sacred halls

on sandy zone of our inhibitions

a time for child to pay close attention.

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I currently live in Washoe Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing and I hope that you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

2 thoughts on “Our Father Spoke in Hieroglyph

  • October 4, 2018 at 2:27 AM
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    Nicely penned Jamie, I’ve always had a connection with Egyptology, no doubt from past lives and also a fascination with a civilisation so old yet so far ahead of us now, on many levels: including law and justice. fascinating culture and beliefs. Great work my friend. Cheers!

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  • October 4, 2018 at 10:19 PM
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    I enjoyed reading this piece, Jamie. I can so easily get lost in time wandering through the world of Egyptology. Great work indeed. Take care dear friend.

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