Sunday, September 28, 2014

We Are The Wayseers - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins






We are the Wayseers

We come from all generations

All Lands

All races

For, we are the Wayseers

We appear to the world as sheep

Yet, we have the eyes of the eagle

The heart of the lion

We are resilient

We are strong

We are patient

We follow not the dictates of politicians, priests or money changers

We only hold dear the words of the Prophets,

The Saints of all ages

And

Those who Serve The Good

For, they were thee Wayseers before our arrival upon this Earth

As we will be the Wayseers for those yet to come

For, you see us not

Yet, we see you clearly and compassionately

With a vision that is crystal clear

For, we are the Wayseers

Sometimes we see the road so far ahead

That we miss seeing events so near at hand

For, we are the Wayseers

Demeaned

Discredited

Shunned

By those of dim vision who see and hear so little

Lost in false images of non-reality

For, we are the Wayseers

Undetoured by those of weakness and dim vision

We fight not with weapons

With fists

Not even with words

For, we listen quietly to That Which Is the Essence of All

That forms worlds yet to come

For, we are the wayseers

We stay the course

We sacrifice

We endure

We show the way toward sanity

and

A brighter future

For, we are the Wayseers

We travel Lightly

and 

Joyfully

Sharing with all the gifts we have been given

For, we are the Wayseers

Though rarely seen

We always see the road ahead

Always knowing the way

So that others may follow safely

For, we are the Wayseers

Come join us

And

Then, many more can and very willingly

Say

For, we are the Wayseers

© 2014 M.N. Hopkins

Note:   This was written yesterday, 27 September 2014 at my kitchen table and published for the first time on my blog today.  A place I am often nourished by creativity.  At first,  four lines came to me and then as the day progressed,  I added more until the final product which you see before you here today.

 If you wish to read more of my poems,  please click on the link provided below:

http://www.poemhunter.com/michael-hopkins/

10 comments:

Magnus said...

Thanks for your poem!
I like the feeling of it... It gave a sense of that there is hope - and despite that the world today might seem mad and turbulent, eventueally things will sort out, that something good will come out from the world today, no matter how dark it might seem...

And interesting to read how you explain that your poem developed during the day... I will keep that technique in mind if I will write music or poems in the future, that the complete thing doesn't have to come within 5 seconds ;)

Pam Bickell said...

Love this, Mike! I'm putting it up at Notes. Thank you for your inspiration.
Pam

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Thanks Pam.

Really appreciate your support. Glad that you took this poem to heart.

Kindest & warmest rregards,
Mike

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Hello Magnus:

Glad that you liked it. Works of art are sometimes created in their owwn time.

Take care,
Mike

Leovi said...

Yes, I want to be a Wayseers!

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Hello Loevi.

Perhaps you already are and just don't know it yet. Thanks for your visit & comment. Nice to hear from you again.

Kindest & warmest regards,
Mike

Anonymous said...

Great poem Mike - well done.

M.B.

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Thanks MB.

Warmest & kindest regards,
Mike

Anonymous said...

Michael - What did you have for breakfast??? I want some.

Seriously, this is one of the loveliest pieces I've read for ages.

Strikes a very deep chord.

Much love,
Maggie

(I don't know how to post on your site - feel free to copy this if you like)

Stranger in a Strange Land said...

Hello dear Maggie:

You always get It. Thank you so much for your kind words.

Kindest & warmest reggards,
Mike