Stone Angel: Poem

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 I only just found out a bit ago about what happened in Paris, with the attacks. Frankly I'm in shock. I can do nothing for the people and their families, friends, and other loved ones. The fact that this is a Friday the 13th does not escape me.

 

I think very lowly of those gunners. So senseless. At the same time the more generous part of me whispers that there were things wrong with them and that it is not for me to judge. Pain, bad programming, and general stupidity and lack of regard for life and others, viewing people as "the other" does this sort of thing. They'd better be glad I"m not their mother because they would not be happy and I'd give my lecture before letting the world have them take account for their actions, all the same.

 

During the 6:30 PM meditation in Suhavati, Takeuti, Second Life I had this poem come to me.

 

Stone Angel

 

I stand here, a marble statue

My wings stretched out over you

My people, far away from me

But even here I see

I see

I see

 

Would that I were like my brethren

Free to fly to your side, even

For just a moment as the flash

And fire from the barrel crash

I wish

I wish

I pray

 

My hands stretch up to the heavens

As ancestors made to, all these suns

My prayers however are my own

Let some good come of what sown

I cry

I cry

I pray

I pray

 

I am but carven stone on rooftops

All across your country and in shoppes

Give to these souls and loves some peace

Let not their memory ever cease

My Lord, o Father hear the prayer

That this stone angel doth dare

I cry

I cry

I pray

I pray

I bleed