Hope . . . (Poem)

Hope . . .

finding my way

let me go back

to being a stone

sweet grandmothers

let me go back

to inanimate

solid silent

life

let me go back

when this turn

at breathing is

done

i cannot bear

mans inhumanity to man

let me wait

solid silent

until the next

dreaming

begins

its so hard

to imagine

redemption

in the form

we are in . . .

let it go . . . .

.  .  .  sometimes

expressing hopelessness

and letting it go

lets the hopefulness

back in . . . .

im going to pray for those angels . . . .

Harvest McCampbell 10.10.2014

I write out of my deep ancestral spiritual tradition, handed down to me from my Grandmother.  We are multi-tribal and multi-racial.  The roots of our traditions go deeply in many directions.

Peace (Poem)

Peace

my heart is broken

there is suffering

before me

that i cannot

yet erase

there must be angels

i will pray for angels

come

and give us peace

~~~

Harvest McCampbell, 2004

(Excerpt, the end of a 4 part piece.)