“I send my soul through time and space to greet you. You will understand.” -James Elroy Flecker (To a Poet a Thousand Years Hence)
Not driven by the world’s applause
your words were neither praised nor spurned.
You spoke or wrote them down because
the fire within you burned.
From chants to overcome the fears
encroaching on a native camp
to chronicles of current years
your words have held a lamp.
To each of you who heard the call
of feelings that demand release
through ink or etched into a wall,
the echoes never cease.
So whether gathered in renowned
Akashik Records or encased
in ancient caverns underground,
no words have gone to waste.
Millennia may come and go
before or since another surge
renews the link, but we who know
will let our spirits merge.
2021 Mary Boren