Weather you walk your path in total darkness or blazing light you are equally blind. But blend the two into balanced portions and your path becomes much clearer.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Journey of Hope

We walk the endless miles of the ever growing desert

Our homeland of a thousand generations lay in dust behind us

The countless dreams and graves of our ancestors a distant fading memory

But we walk the vast grim wasteland in hope

For even we have heard the legends of the fertile river valley just over the next dune

After years of the death of my people I once again take the lead

For I sense the end to our harrowing journey

Using the last of my might I divine our future home and point the way

We come upon fertile soil and lush vegetation surrounding a powerful and clear river

We are home and it is everything we dreamed

But one last obstacle lays before us

Our new home is not empty

We are silently greeted by a fierce warrior people

The one who leads them the most fierce of all

He is like I, but strong where I am weak

We are not warriors

We have no hope, no chance... but one

I walk forward to meet this one like I

My people tremble behind me, all their hopes lay on my shoulders

I stand face to face, eye to eye with this powerful silent one

I am weak, I am afraid but I step forward, fall to my knees and offer my throat

My last hope, our last hope

My people shriek in terror as the fierce one leaps upon me and closes his jaws around my offering biting down firmly

I await the expected pain and death but only a single drop of blood is shed from my throat

I look up into the eyes of the great warrior

Only then do I see the desperation in his eyes fading into relief

My people cheer as I take the offered hand and am pulled into his embrace

Clinging to my new ally tightly I sob into his white fur

I have not failed, we have not failed

We are home

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Sometimes we are at our bravest and strongest when we are at our weakest and most desperate hour...

11 comments:

  1. Amazing work of art you have penned here...a promise of hope...always hope!! Wonderful read my friend, thanks so much for linking with Potluck...your support means so much! Hugs xx

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  2. Hope is a powerful thing, it can fuel a soul almost indefinitely or destroy it in a moment if lost.

    Your very welcome and thank you as well. *hugs*

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  3. Very powerful, full of wonderful imagery, a gripping story and wonderful resolution at the end. A great read. Well done.

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  4. Thank you very much, this one has very deep meaning to me... I have only a couple others that mean as much to me.

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  5. uplifting piece...
    your words are rich in meanings and fun to read.

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  6. Thank you and you are correct there is usually a story behind each of my stories. Meanings behind each meaning.

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  8. I like this one.. esp when you write the phrase 'He is like I'.. it gives the whole poem an ambience. And the end-note is happy!
    ~Punam

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  9. p.s. Plus it is so true that in our darkest hours, that is when we are actually the strongest - because we survive what seems unsurvivable. Very gripping poem. I came back to your site wondering how you are doing.......

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  10. Punam: Those three words are the most meaning laced words in the poem. This is a sorta mythological piece describing the meeting of Anubis and Wepwawet who eventually became twin brothers. One ruling over death (Anubis) and the other over life (Wepwawet), they became two halves of the great cycle. Except Anubis's name at the time was actually Khentiamentiu which means Foremost of the Westerners in ancient egyptian... he gained the name Anubis thousands of years later after the Greeks conquered Egypt. Oh and by the way Wepwawet means Opener of the Ways in ancient egyptian.

    Sherry: Very much so, I might not have made it very clear in the poem itself but both groups of people described were equally desperate and near the verge of extinction. Anubis's people because they had no home and Wepwawet's people because they were mostly warriors and had little technology or artisans. And I'm doing much better I had a dark moment yesterday but it worked out. Thank you for your concern.

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