The cauldron comes to boil
laden with the wounded flesh and broken bones
of ten score generations.
Witches of belief mind the iron kettle
while grim ogres without repentance
circle the fire with hungry eyes.
What was done to the least of these
rises in the lurid stew
while the air fills with the dark smoke
of what might have been.
These are the hours of prophetic night.
Encamped in the shadows
beyond the breaking flames
and cries of the unforgiving
two lonely angels camp in darkness
keeping watch on the infernal.
The hour of sacrifice draws near;
there must be witness.
The fires will burn out, they always have.
When dawn comes upon the encampment
of blackened ash and ill-cast dreams
another voice will speak the dream of the future.
Animals will gather as to a running stream
and wilderness will return bright and untarnished.
Suffer this night and welcome the day.
The time has come for revelation.
Watercolor by Eilish Hynes
This poem has brought chills and goose bumps to my skin and tears to my eyes. I feel my heart. Also wanted to add that Eilish’s painting is quite beautiful.
Such a gifted daughter & father… no mistaking the sanctity of this lineage poured upon paper by fertile brush & voice…
Yes, it is the time of revelation….the curse of separateness must be cast off and our Oneness with all life revealed.
No words from me suffice. I am simply thankful to bear witness to such depth and beauty.
Death, the ultimate and complete revelation, comes to every cycle of angelic incarnation in temporal flesh. This poem speaks to my own cycle of incarnation and life’s journey. I’ve known only partial and very limited revelation of my Self in 76 years. Let the fire burn itself out. There’s more to come at the break of the new day dawning.
A beautiful poem. My favorite so far!
. . .” another voice will speak the dream of the future.” Your poem is precise with inner and outer chaos flaring, all necessary for its demise. In Silence we hear the voices speak, and recognize the language as our own. Yes, we see new life breaking dawn!
My heart breaks for knowing what might have been. You have captured a way to express the horror and the hope.
I am moved by this poem, Don, and like Athena, I have no words at present. Thank you, my friend.
Very intense and I have to say Eilish’s watercolor is amazing!. Thank you for including it as it adds a lot to the poem. A town near my brothers home lost 5 people this week in another shooting. It is coming so close. 5 lives lost. I can no longer bear to listen to the news.
Thank you Don for your role as a witness and an interpreter of our experience. I too have hope.
Cracks in the dam of resistance to Truth, rhythmically foretelling a coming we once longed for. And now that we hear its rumble?….are we ready to dance? Who will partner with the One I AM?
Great Thanks, Don!