Sunday, January 30, 2011

Mothers Song.

I was just sitting here listening to the TV and watching the snow falling on my front porch.  It got me thinking about the warning that mother nature gives us and how accurate they can be.  I recently predicted the coming snow based on the barometric pressure changes and the cloud formations.  In light of this prediction we made our bi-monthly pilgrimage to town for groceries yesterday.  We were going to do it today but I "just knew" that it was going to snow so we bumped it up a day to be safe.  Lo and behold, today we have snow.  In thinking back on that I decided to write a poem in the spirit of the gift of natural signs and the ability to read them.  It took me about 20 minutes to put this one together so don't be too critical of my poetic ability.

But first a little proverb by me...

The ill equipped man that runs to forest to be at  peace will find no peace therein,  he will find only misery and pain.  For all the things he left behind he brought his ignorance with him.

MOTHERS SONG
There’s a song I have learned, a gift that was earned
Sang by our elders that watched the sky turn
From season to season and place to place
A simple truth for the human race
A song of wisdom, a song of lore
A song of knowledge, and learning more

A song of beauty, like the setting sun
A song of terror, for ignorant ones
This song I sing has no need for words
It is sang by the flora the fauna and birds
The song of the mother and of her son
The song of the father and forgotten one

A song of nature, that is noble and proud
You have only to listen she will sing it loud
From thunder storms to insect swarms
Of all that’s coming she gladly warns
Of rain and snow or wind that blows
Revealing the plan that only she knows

The wild things know not trivial things
But they do understand the song that she sings
Listen and hear the mothers’ song
When you find that you have wandered long
She will guide you to a safer place
Long forgotten by the human race

--Norseman, 30 Jan 2011