Ancient Eyes
We walk the Earth
again to see
life threatened here
on land and sea.
Through ancient eyes
so much is clear
with higher truths
to conquer fear.
All lands are holy
wherever we go.
All rivers are sacred
wherever they flow.
All people are
divine descent,
souls evolving,
Creator sent.
Respect for Life
meets global needs,
not harming beliefs
and killing creeds.
We, the ancients
of Earth’s long past
see Life as one,
minds free at last.
No fear of death
in power play
dictates our course
or blocks our way.
We know the truth,
now understood,
being far more
than flesh and blood.
We see the lies
of hate and greed,
seeds of thoughts,
then words and deeds.
That harvest now
grows everywhere,
warning those
who love and care.
God needs no death
nor offering,
no sacrifice,
no war to bring.
God calls to live
a better way,
World Citizens,
a Peace-crowned Day.
Through ancient eyes
the choice is clear,
live free or die
enslaved by fear.
Question nothing
or question all.
Be the door
or be the wall.
Who decides our
collective fate?
A world of love.
A world of hate.
Racist God or
Spirit of Love.
What do you seek,
here and above?
What direction
shall we all go?
(Trade partners now
were once the foe.)
Abundance shared, or,
greed’s genocide,
resource wars, and
global suicide?
Has your ‘sweet home’
become a ‘fort’?
No leader leads
without support.
What mirrors do
they hold for you,
when Earth’s great wealth
is held by few?
What profits you,
this ‘status quo’,
when death strips all
and you must go?
Is heaven just
some rich resort
or do you see
it as a court?
What would you do
for your reward,
a ticket to heaven,
a world destroyed?
God recycles.
You’ll come again.
All we’ve created
is all we’ll gain.
How shall we live?
Will ‘home sweet home’
be fort or slum
or streets to roam?
on holy ground.
See through your soul’s
human disguise.
See all life now
with ancient eyes.
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
to all around.
You are standing
to truly see
the glory of
Life’s unity!
(Shelley Wilson)
November 26, 2007
Flowerpoet 
The red letter Kind Hearts at the beginning of this poem is a link to a musical composition I created for a project I called An Alphabet For Indigo Children. If it doesn’t buffer quickly for you, I hope you’ll try Replay.
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