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LEGACY
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PROSE BY DAVID C. LESSARD @CPYWRT 2005 ~
ONWARD & FROWARD, TUCSON,
AZ |
Earth, the heavenly Mother of us
all.
Oh how we treat
her, OH, the ills we force her to share! Upon thy support of
her back, We in this world cry out the tears of our pain, the
tears of our loss, the tears of ridicule,and hunger, yes, we
cry the tears of pain. Together the tears of human existance
and commonality, mirror ourselves, and as the waters of our
souls amass in union, the ancient tribes of our ignorance
begins to dry them all, and forsaking any river of
understanding to form. Empty are the oceans of our desires,
never to come and etch into our Mother, anyones true
humanity.
Where are the pitiful to go, until heaven opens thy cleansing
gates? How high do we pile the pyre, as the hate shadows any
of our given light to guide a clear path to our hearts? How do
those that cry into the night alone, ever find true comfort
and solace with-in another neighbor again? Can't you see it
before us, look there! Look over the valley, and high over
those mountain tops! Here! Look right here! Just there, under
the rich the green blanket of our Mother! It was the
sorrowful, and the sick, and hated, and the poor! It was the
persecuted, and the different, God, can't you hear their
tortured screams? Can't you hear that still echo across
these, the wretched fields of fathers hate, and of our
Father's Father's hate? How does one not see it there, in
these fields of our todays, that still continue to be covered
in our Father's blood, pouring unto his Children!
The artistry of humanity is illustrated through the ages upon
a timless mural of our existence. We beget a wretched pallette
of color from our illicet laying of paint. It continues as one
views out from it's darkend shades of running pigments,
manifesting from the overfilled and blatent brushstrokes in an
endless array of unchanging, indifferent, and distructive
ideals. An abstract of unslightly hues forms unto a vast
canvass of our defining ways, one that spews into a depiction
of what seems to lay with-in our unguided and selfish
hearts! Oh merciful Lord oh powerful One, oh Guiding Light, Oh
Jesus, Oh Allah, Oh Buddha, oh please! Oh Almighty Redeemer,
please! Yes, A God of any to whom hear's our prayers unto you,
wont you allow us the view of holy peace? Display before our
eyes all the warm shades of possibility! Oh, Mother Earth, oh
Tara, Gaya, Oh Great Provider of all you carry, please, won't
you show us your brilliant lights of hope, and endless
harmony? Can't we in all we have to guide us unleash before
our tightly shut eyes, the true soul that sleeps with-in each
of us?
Please, anyone, everyone, you, and you, and you! Take into
your hands those brushes! Grab into your fist that maker of
love and peace, hope, and union! Everyone begin to paint, and
illustrate upon humanities canvass the true colors of our
legacy! Ah, yes, an everlasting, never ending, giving
masterpiece that flows in forgivness, healing, sharing, and
resolve! Hand thy brushes and not thy blood to thy
children,and bring unto them a future not ours! A future that
will bring direction unto them, one that will always have
answers sought out together when they can not be found alone.
A future that will forever bringforth humanity's true
depiction unto them, and how to use it for the good of others
untill the end of days! Teach all the children to remember,
that as we lay on the back of our Earthly Mother, we do it all
together! As we continue to try to understand our neighbors,
we do it all together! As we we try to emulate the essence of
our many Heavenly Fathers, we do it all together! It can be
done together, just as we do everyday we go Onward and Forward
together, but now, look, we have taught them to do it together
in peace!
It fills my eyes, oh see it there, from those gifts given unto
them, come's hate's chains forever broken! Oh, hope fills me,
there, from those gifts given unto them, commonality's chains
become forever linked. How those visions, there, in my mind,
bring a heart to one's very soul, there, in the beauty of
overwhelm's joy. I stand, there with-in a sea of tears, there,
embracing the world, in a quiet awe. "Oh God," I scream, "look
there", everyone look! It was our children's world living in
complete in peace, there, filling my mind, and my eyes, and my
heart, there, I fill to capacity with emotion! "Please," I
yell, "please, tell me, is this real!" There, I fell to my
knees, weeping in disbelief, there, glowing with-in the
glorious light of humanities love! Yes, there, it was there,
at the very moment, when I saw our true "Legacy" had finally
been born!!
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FLASHING
ARROW RETURNS TO HOME
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