Looking in the Mirror

Spiritual Revelations for those seeking Humanity in Humans ~~CordieB.

The Rock Cries Out to Us Today

©2007-2008 =alexiuss

In light of the upcoming election, the tensions of race, political, religion, sexuality and other issues that we allow to separate us; often destroy us — and after reading Paisley’s poem, fuerzas irresistibles , that reminded me of this one today, I simply had to share . . . . Both poems challenge us to look beyond our egos, prejustices, and other differences, look towards the rock, the river, the tree . . . oh how they must cry today; how sad they must be . . . .

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Mark the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.
But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.
I will give you no hiding place down here.
You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.
Your mouths spelling words
Armed for slaughter.
The rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.
Across the wall of the world,
A river sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.
Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.
Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.
Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more.
Come, clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I
And the tree and stone were one.
Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your brow
And when you yet knew you still knew nothing.
The river sings and sings on.
There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing river and the wise rock.
So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew,
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek,
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the tree.
Today, the first and last of every tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the river.
Plant yourself beside me, here beside the river.
Each of you, descendant of some passed on
Traveller, has been paid for.
You, who gave me my first name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cherokee Nation, who rested with me,
Then forced on bloody feet,
Left me to the employment of other seekers–
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru,
Bought, sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
Here, root yourselves beside me.
I am the tree planted by the river,
Which will not be moved.
I, the rock, I the river, I the tree
I am yours–your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.
History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced with courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.
Give birth again
To the dream.
Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.
The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me,
The rock, the river, the tree, your country.
No less to Midas than the mendicant.
No less to you now than the mastodon then.
Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes,
Into your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.
~Maya Angelou




  Johnny Peepers wrote @

The false divides (sex, race, religion, national origin, wealth, etc…) are constructs of the evil sorcerers to keep us warring amongst ourselves. Their game is to keep us so heavily occupied with our differences that we are oblivious to their grand charade (order out of chaos).

Universal love is the predominant thread in all of our hearts, minds, and lives. Our biggest obstacle is clearing out the cobwebs of our false programming and clearing the hurdles that our control grid overlords keep erecting. You always been real good about doing the aforementioned and that makes you an eternal true soldier warrioress.


  SanityFound wrote @

Incredible poem wow WOW!

  paisley wrote @

coming from a family of “closet racists” as i do,, i know that the current election in combination with the war,, and the arguments for and against immigrations have pushed them,, and their numerous counterparts into a closet they didn’t know existed..

there is a huge feeling of upset in america,, and to me the danger in it is that no one wants to be the first to acknowledge it.. and i feel that until we do it will grow ever stronger in dark corners and basements until it eventually reaches a point of no return…

my only hope is that the current economic crunch will be a leveler and bring us all closer to the struggle,, maybe with survival as a deterrent we will become more willing to pull together.. are we too far gone?? i don’t know.. but i am not afraid to ask….

thank you cordie for sharing this beautiful piece of maya with me……

  Hayden Tompkins wrote @

I’ve never read this poem of hers before, I love Maya Angelou. Thank you for sharing.

  Visionary wrote @

I love that picture! It’s so beautiful.

I popped by to tell you I am hosting my own blog at http://www.saveourspecies.net. If you login with your open ID you will be able to use your WordPress ID on the new site like you did on my old one.

Take care.


  cordieb wrote @

@Peeps. You know we all are capable of shedding darkness as well as light. We must continue to accept responsiblity for our actions and reactions. Such are the markings of a true solder; no matter his cause. As such you are my brother.

@SF. Thanks sis! I’m glad you liked it.

@Paisley. It is sad that some of us were raised with closet racism in our families; and it’s sadder that many do not understand the ignorance in racism. I feel that intelligent individuals who suffer from racism have very low self esteem. Someone has to be made lesser, in order that they can feel better. My father used to burn the grass at first site of spring – it always ensured that the grass came back beautiful and greener. If your concept is correct, then perhaps we will end up being a better people collectively; if not – then I don’t know what will become of humanity.

@PI. Thanks PI. I’m glad you enjoyed it.

@Visionary. I’ll have to change your link. Thanks for the info. Keep the Vision! – I’ve felt somewhat blinded lately; but such is life.

  Visionary wrote @

The Vision is clear though the tongue is tied 😉

Sorry to hear your feeling blinded Cordie. Is it a time to practice waiting or a chance to sharpen your other senses?

Love V

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