Brother foot steps



From the Ocean to the woodlands

how I ever hear your call

Those whispering soft murmurs

all the winter thru the fall.

Your sighs like shifting voices

they sway me to and fro 

Hands like feathered shadows 

they guide me where to go.

The Earth, her breath within me

Her winds my sail and song

Algonquin spirits keeping me

where I ( feel ) I belong.

It's here this soil you once stood

ancient days ago

It's here this ground I stand now

remembering all I've known. 

Of love and life you praised it all

this earth we pray and bleed on.

It's here that you once lived and died 

betrayed for our own freedom.

Mighty warriors of my past

who's truth became a fiction

The blood once shed upon this land

remains your benediction.

Oh' rocky land _Oh' Northern shores

nourish me my mother.

My heart, my soul,  New England is

I love her like no other!

 ©. #168 Mea.

At What Cost?

AT WHAT COST

"Freedom, why the forlorn look?"

asked Liberty perched on her hook.

"I sense your glumness in the air
A rather heavy thick despair".

"That's true, it feels a sort of heat"
Speaks Independence, from his seat.
"But conquer we will - this battle forth."
"Aye_ says Freedom, At what cost?"
 
"Whatever do you mean-what cost?"
Tolls Liberty, all in a froth.
"Proud and sure we keep this fight
pursuing what we feel our right."

"We must rule - or then be ruled!"
Independence ridicules.
"In control - we'll not be bossed."
Aye,_ says Freedom, At what cost?"
 
"So tell.....what would 'you' have us do?"
 asked both of them to Freedom, who
sighs deeply with his thoughts pellmell
"I have - says he, just this to tell"....

"They scream for INDEPENDENCE who
is bound himself  to me and you.
To LIBERTY, they raise the flame
then burn what little hope remains
and  I
yes, I - 'let FREEDOM ring!
some shout eternal on the wing.
Convinced that I alone -some lord
the epitome all life is stored."
(sigh)
"Truth is.........
Forsaking God and Holy law
Our first intent _will be our fall.
We three such hypocratic  force,
what if triumphant....At what cost?"

"He's lost his gut.....or lost his mind"
jibes Liberty "Where is your spine?'
Our cause is noble as my bell"
("Your Pride, says Freedom- starts to swell.")

Cries Liberty "your fear is loud
and smells of a decaying shroud.
Support is ours, there's little lost."
(Nay, says Freedom - great the Cost!")

"Enough your doom.... you make me laugh" 
smirks Independence, at half mast.
"We've all the world now at a glance."
("Take care, says Freedom - Arrogance.")

BOOMS Independence..."Don't you dare!
We three are One, this cause you share.
You too bear weight upon this cross."
 Aye, says Freedom - At What Cost ?"

#136 Mea.
© #136 Mea. 

Above Arms Reach

Above Arms Reach

I have gone
is there yearning . . grief

I have gone

Is that a sigh . . relief ?

In life I cared little

for much I had wronged

I wish I could tell thee

But now I have gone.

Mourn for me not, nor fret for my being

Where I've gone

tis no injustice, sickness, nay

mental anguish all be damned.

Where I've gone

pain has no teeth, nor

vile thirst for living death.

Where I've gone

memories- be they good or bad

now-my history books to search.. learn.

Where I've gone

more loving teachers ever exist

Angels you call them.. nay

they are saints of our soul.

Where I've gone

unworthy as I be
yet - I watch

each thump of your heart . . each beat

Where I've gone 

there _ to the right of your eyes

and just above arms reach_ 

Listen... listen... hear the voices...rejoices

feel the wind reborn ...my breath amid their song 

For I'll know how to love thee 

when you reach where I've gone.  

 © #117 Mea.