Restored

Waiting for a dream come true
The elders sat in silence
What was lost is now restored

Long ago freedom was lost
Now the time has come
For that freedom to be returned

The conch shell sings out
The drum beat starts
As the dancers enter

Swirling capes, masks of wood
The shaman enters the circle
Mystery unfolds, dignity now reborn

Blessings for the ancestors
Blessings for the people
Blessings for the land

©  Ceol

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One Response to “Restored”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    November 12th, 2009 at 12:34 pm

    ‘Restored’ gives a great and wonderful vision of peoples rising and shedding their long-endured yoke of suppression of their way of life and returning back to their own…in this poem I see smashed cultures being alive again…very well written.

    Coastpoet

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