Untitled Poem

by Chucko

Been calling on the light of the rising sun
The full moon’s womb of forgotten ones
Been calling on our dear Mother Earth
Bring all the children of love to birth
Been calling upon all angels wings
Come and give us flight for healing light to bring
For we are the spirits now
Within this ancient rhyme
No need to feed the curses, the wars, nor lies
For our love above the wicked shall rise
Remember your love to live this life
Remember your love to bless all life
For Bear and Owl are in the lions den
Have come now for my child’s heart to mend
So I pray for deer heart to rise again
This Badger’s heart has been long time to mend
But creations Will can be this way, my friends
So try to learn your lessons and take the medicine in
Where I found my heart’s child was in a darkened place
Did not know these eyes had been displaced
Nor of this time and place
Where I don’t see the light, I can’t see the light
So I’m taking my hand and walking me through this dark dark night
Praying the people of this world to gain in sight
And maybe, come the full moon or the breaking dawn,
We’ll find the path and get back on.