Open Poetry #20 |
Red Hot Stone Warriors |
Ivy Rose Senior Member
since 2001-12-29
Posts 1300MA, USA |
Hear the call of the ancestors inside this small, fire-heated lodge... They speak of sacrifice, of purification.Pray to the Grandfather that He will hear you, that He will accept the sacrifice of the red, hot stones.For these are the stones of the warriors who have endured the fires, have given their lives for the good of those who sit in the sweltering, heat ~~~of the sweatlodge. See the vapors of the warriors rising up to the Grandfather.Hear the chants of the old, the ancient, reaching His ears, His large heart. You have not sacrificed as much as He; for the Grandfather sacrificed ~~~the only Son that He had. Hear the call of the ancestors, feel them standing beside you through your suffering, through your cleansing; and as the lives of the red, hot stones ~~~are being added to the fire. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Powerful Ivy Rose....I felt like I was there in that lodge...You write this genre exceptionally well... |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(smiles) This is wonderful, sweet friend, ooohhhhhh...I too felt I was lying in the cabin and it was like a sauna and I was meditating in yoga form and contacting the warrior spirits cries! (kiss on cheek) This is wonderful, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ivy, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Interesting Ivy...James |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
IvyRose~ A lovely piece of the custom~ You know your stuff gal~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
yes. . . I like the sounds of this one Ivy Rose. . . speaking across the planes. . . well done. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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