My Prayers

My Prayers

A Poem by Sean Allen

My Prayers

 

I was a son of the Teqoias,

my name was Questé.

 

The Spirit heard my prayer

and allowed me to return.

 

It had been so long ago

and I was scared to go back.

 

Yet as I looked all around
much was unchanged.

 

The trees were the same
the eagles still flew high.

 

But the Grandest of Rivers
was now parched and dry.

 

The plain's roaming herds
had lost all their thunder.

 

The people were crazy
forgetting who they were.

 

A tear formed in my eye
and ran down my cheek.

 

I returned to the place where
the Great Spirit left me…

 

And I said another prayer.

 

© 2009 Sean Allen


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I may not understand in the context you intended as i don't know the background , though i would like to . It is as if you came down to the earth to visit only to see that it had been torn and shredded from a former glory despite some aspects were not changed. Then all that was left was to pray for some aspect of preservation to appear. I love the wording and it does pull an emotional thread as i get a strange pain when i see deterioration. Nice work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A beautiful prayer...this land has not been treated well by its newest human inhabitants...your words speak truth, I share these feelings.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Amen.. for this beautiful faith poem.. aw .

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Quite lovely. Mournful and such, the prayer aspect, the use of I isn't clunky or over dialogue like. Quite liked this.

Posted 14 Years Ago


A beautiful prayer. Thank you for sharing.
Coyote


Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 3 people found this review constructive.

Fantastic, would you like to include it in the Leonard Peltier anthology myself and Roibeard McElroy are putting together?

http://www.SpiritOfPeltier.com is the website for it.

Tom�s

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a beautiful, expressive prayer of the earth's treasures, once glorious, now plundered or stolen... Wonderful, lifting lines close the passage in perfection...

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is lovely Donn. It seems Native American in context (?) and speaks of somebody revisiting the earth and finding much unchanged, but also so much that had. It left him sad. This is really pretty and has a haunting quality to it. I really, really like this one.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I may not understand in the context you intended as i don't know the background , though i would like to . It is as if you came down to the earth to visit only to see that it had been torn and shredded from a former glory despite some aspects were not changed. Then all that was left was to pray for some aspect of preservation to appear. I love the wording and it does pull an emotional thread as i get a strange pain when i see deterioration. Nice work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Sean Allen

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