The Prophet's Story - As Told by Earth and Sky

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WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

0 posted 2008-02-28 11:11 PM

The prophet heard the coming of the times:
of course he did, that's what prophets do.
The prophet saw the rising of the tides:
of course she did, that's what prophets do.
The prophet tasted fully the changing of the times:
of course he did, that what is said people will do
to those who insist on being prophets --
to those who always must give the right message
always in the worst possible time: when society hears
but finds it terribly inconvenient to listen.

The prophet for her trouble was nailed upon the tree
and her children were all sold into slavery.
"Should I have remained silent for the children's sake?"
She screamed in agony dying abandoned and alone
but for waiting vultures perched on two lesser trees.
The question has been answered already by society:
by a railing, mocking, gawking, thieving multitude
that stole her last possession and jeered:
"If thou be the Prophet and True, save thyself and us!"

The prophet has returned to her own world to grieve
and "The Prophet's Story" is now known far and wide
across immensities of space where other worlds spin;
where humans evolved beyond the plagues of darkness;
where they listened to their gifted ones and realized in time
no one has ever choked from swallowing one's pride.
A new body has been given her but she insists
that on her back, her hands and feet, as in her heart
it must continue to broadcast the scars of her passage
to remember, to feel, the hate-filled sea she faced in trial
and every night no sleep she allows to ease her sorrow:
cry she does, tears uncounted she sheds, for her children lost
who unknowing and un-remembering must now die
beyond reach of any compassionate heart or mind.

Robert E. Jordan
Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-25

Posts 8541
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

1 posted 2008-02-29 12:34 PM

WindWalker,

This is a sad and wonderfully told story. This story is a complete mystery to me. However, I'm intrigued enough to ask what the origin is for this female prophet?

Tell me more.

Bobby

WindWalker
Senior Member

since 2001-10-12

Posts 1218

2 posted 2008-02-29 12:59 PM

Well all I can say is my writing is like a wild horse.  If you want to know what it feels like to ride it, you have to catch it and ride it yourself.  No one can do that for you.

Don't ask me "What did you mean when you wrote this or that" -- ask
yourself what it meant to you when you read it.

I do not write for myself.  I've already caught my wild horse and ridden
it - all the way to here.

I hope this makes sense; and thank you Robert E. Jordan for your comment.

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

3 posted 2008-02-29 01:20 AM

I know what you are saying here WindWalker.
I don't always know where some my poetry comes from exactly. I just know that it comes from a deep well of knowledge that even I don't always understand.
Ida

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

4 posted 2008-02-29 10:50 AM

WindWalker,

Like yourself, everyone has a wild horse to ride. I applaud your sensitivity to the understanding of the various stories that reach through the ages, as we will all comprehend and hold to us that which speaks with both loudness...and silence.

I sense you read between the lines of your books, novels, and stories...as I believe it should be. Writers never know who they might touch...I think a lot of them only wish to touch at least one person and then in turn, wish the critics a good life, and walk on.

Keep writing, my friend. I do enjoy reading your posts.

" It matters not this distance now " Excerpt, Yesterday's Love
~*~
KRJ

secondhanddreampoet
Member Ascendant

since 2006-11-07

Posts 6394
a 'Universalist' !

5 posted 2008-02-29 09:18 PM

a most interesting write (on many well-nested levels!)

poet?...prophet?...'dreamer!'...let us kill him(/her)
and then see what becomes of his(/her) dreams!

serious applause!!

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