~America Arise With Open Eyes~
Bloodless flows
My Life's blood
Through the straws of grass,
While wind-swept plains
Soar ever more
Through amber waves of grain.
Through toil and sweat and blood
You move, till life's sweetness
Sings no songs for you,
And blue become the mountains above,
As below, you shout and grow
Weary in the weeds of waiting.
Impatience incenses you, and you
Grasp for stars, all withering
From your clasp, as strong winds
Blow and bend and break
Your bow, and life's weariness continues
To ebb, and wet the fields below...
Into which flow; new streams,
New springs of life, and the
Hoary, old man moves - slowly, fading
Into the bosom of bushes of old,
Then leaps out, flaming; bringing
Torch of fresh growth, born
Into the field of man...
A bud's chance to blossom, to
Change, and bring within range,
The spectacle of new life -
Born. To give grace, and brush
The soul of an old goal, long
Deserted in the fruitless
Plains of modern man...
While the old one wrenched
Free, straining at the bit of
The ox-bow, and fell short, yet
Strove, and tried again to breathe
Free. And lo - was lifted into the
Sky: the wings of the shoeless
Ones, the crippled and broken ones...
Who remained aloft, though
Chains sought to bury
Them beneath the soil of
The ones so long forgotten.
Yet, streaming into their mind,
Came the lilt of life:
"Though crippled and chained to
The earth, you may be, your
Shame shall cease, as you
Gaze above at the blazing Son
Of Love." And so, the cripples ones,
And tortured ones arose, and were
Freed, and turned and spoke:
"Desert your barren
Packs of dust and straw.
And look to the One, True
Shining Star; for there
You will envision
What was meant to be
For you and me:"
"For the poor and the rich,
The sightless and the seeing:
To join hearts, in one belief;
Hearing and achieving:"
"The song of the wanderer,
The song of the free,
The song of the poor,
And the song of the blest.
To be the best of both worlds,
Entwined hand in hand with
God, with Nature, and Man."
My Life's blood
Through the straws of grass,
While wind-swept plains
Soar ever more
Through amber waves of grain.
Through toil and sweat and blood
You move, till life's sweetness
Sings no songs for you,
And blue become the mountains above,
As below, you shout and grow
Weary in the weeds of waiting.
Impatience incenses you, and you
Grasp for stars, all withering
From your clasp, as strong winds
Blow and bend and break
Your bow, and life's weariness continues
To ebb, and wet the fields below...
Into which flow; new streams,
New springs of life, and the
Hoary, old man moves - slowly, fading
Into the bosom of bushes of old,
Then leaps out, flaming; bringing
Torch of fresh growth, born
Into the field of man...
A bud's chance to blossom, to
Change, and bring within range,
The spectacle of new life -
Born. To give grace, and brush
The soul of an old goal, long
Deserted in the fruitless
Plains of modern man...
While the old one wrenched
Free, straining at the bit of
The ox-bow, and fell short, yet
Strove, and tried again to breathe
Free. And lo - was lifted into the
Sky: the wings of the shoeless
Ones, the crippled and broken ones...
Who remained aloft, though
Chains sought to bury
Them beneath the soil of
The ones so long forgotten.
Yet, streaming into their mind,
Came the lilt of life:
"Though crippled and chained to
The earth, you may be, your
Shame shall cease, as you
Gaze above at the blazing Son
Of Love." And so, the cripples ones,
And tortured ones arose, and were
Freed, and turned and spoke:
"Desert your barren
Packs of dust and straw.
And look to the One, True
Shining Star; for there
You will envision
What was meant to be
For you and me:"
"For the poor and the rich,
The sightless and the seeing:
To join hearts, in one belief;
Hearing and achieving:"
"The song of the wanderer,
The song of the free,
The song of the poor,
And the song of the blest.
To be the best of both worlds,
Entwined hand in hand with
God, with Nature, and Man."
©2006~Poetry by Amber~
{~Swan Songs Scripts~}
{~Swan Songs Scripts~}
~Penned by Amber~
~September 18th 1990~
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