The Prophet’s Dream
It seems as though it’s always dark,
the Promised Land’s in the smoky air,
someone’s crying.
.
Small embers hide
under fallen leaves,
.
yet a Pillar of Fire burns like
God’s voice at midnight—
with the Dream still misunderstood.
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first published in Domicile under a different title
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January 13, 2007 at 11:42 am
Tomas
Dear Helen,
I’m sorry for my comments are so rare, but memory of you is constant and it enlightens my daily walk, and my gratitude fills the space that divides us physically.
The all above have inspired my today’s post. I have put the old picture at today’s post, but if you scroll dawn my archives, you will find lots of my new works that wither in my archives, but revive when are shared with other. Just click on the link http://candleday.wordpress.com/
Thank you
January 13, 2007 at 1:17 pm
helenl
We must fan the fire, Tomas, small embers still hide in the leaves.
January 13, 2007 at 2:21 pm
mshahin
“We must fan the fire, Tomas, small embers still hide in the leaves.”
Amen!!
January 13, 2007 at 2:51 pm
Tomas
Dear Helen,
Small embers hide
under fallen leaves,
That’s…that’s THAT !!!
I couldnt help, but thank you. Heartily.
By the way, as I have read the poem for first time, I misread these words. I visualized not the “embers” but the “ambers”. That was an awe inspiring picture. However, when I noticed my mistake and my ambers transformed back into the “embers”, the symbolism of that wonderful picture became just more tangible than it was prior-though a bit more international (the amber is one of Lithuanian symbols)
Are we to fire small embers, or recognize ourselves in what’s underfoot-under the leaves?
We can either uncover the embers or cry about the fire…
As it is said in the Bible, everything will end, but the love will remain, isn’t it?