23 february 2012

Awen's Call

The grains of sand fall quickly through
  A past that time forgets
Who we were, where we’ve been and
  Where we shall go hence.
 
While much is learned, so much is lost
  Though wisdom ever speaks
She sings her song to right the wrongs
  Her children there to teach.
 
Why do the groves stand empty?
  Where lay the rowan staff?
Who’s song will pierce the darkness?
  Whose words will paint the past?
 
To master, ovate, and those between
  To poet, musician and bard
Let not the pen rest out of hand
  Nor hold back the living word.
 
The light of inspiration shines
  On those called to receive it
Let’s raise our quill, sing our song
  And dare now to believe it.

           ~Christopher Thor Britt, 2012©


number of comments: 2 | rating: 4 |  more 

C R Clark,  

I really do like this poem. Especially the last verse The light of inspiration shines On those called to receive it Let’s raise our quill, sing our song And dare now to believe it. Ahh, if only the muse were ever present with me as he obviously was as this was written. A fine write indeed.

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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh,  

Love the poem, only got round to reading it now!!!!

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