Upon His Stallion Still

This is about the Soon coming Day, when we are set Free by ourselves.

One takes the Lead
The others ride Behind
I said, One takes the Lead
The others ride Behind

Depending on his Skills
How many will follow Him
Depending on his Skills
On what strength lies Within

He rides upon his Stallion
With his Center set Straight
He rides right through the Sun
As he enters the Holy Gate

He reaches up with his Arms
He gazes his Eyes all About
As he speaks they feel the Charms
He casts his spear right through the Doubt

The one who leads now standing Still
Waiting to see what now Moves
And he stands upon the Holy Hill 
Watching what happens among the Troops

Where will you stand my Child
Are you there with your banner Flying
Followers of the One so Mild
Will you choose to Smile or be found Crying

Oh, the hour is getting Late
As he sits upon his Stallion Still
I see you there standing at the Gate
Do you have the Strength and the Will

You see him now he raises his Flag
It is the sign we've been waiting For
The weight is lifted, no longer Drags
Freely we march with Him through the Door

And the skies they Open Up
The Smiles have returned to the Faces
We have come to Live in Love
Among a hundred dying Nations

The Stallion approaches and stamps his Hoof
And at that moment all shackles are Broken
Nature takes her place above all the Roofs
Then All can hear the Words Unspoken

You are the Beauty of the Holy Nation
My Heart was broken but now Restored
You have seen me through all Tribulation
We will live together, here for Evermore

Reviews

[Patrick]

This is such a lovely piece

[Healing Star]

thanks Patrick, I am glad you liked it, I love it too.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

I like the poem the interpretation could be that we come into the world as leaders by ourselves and that we enter Heaven by ourselves and those that choose to follow us stay behind as lost souls

[Healing Star]

Thank you for listening and I respect your understanding. There are leaders, and we need to be leaders of ourselves. In time I think all souls will be gathered it is just that some will linger behind and have a more difficult time. The sooner we choose to start looking within ourselves the sooner we will find our way, and save ourselves from more pain than we need to bare. But this poem came from my visitors so any understanding taken from it who am I to say, I just try to capture what I feel from them. They are so beautiful they are from a time before we fell and so they are pure, they are nature herself, and they are here, come back at this time of change to help us to see beyond our normal seeing. It is such a mystery but as I continue to study and learn I now am beginning to understand who these beings are who I feel. I study native american, Peruvian (Inca) and Mayan, and I listened to a talk on Ancestors from a chief from Africa, all the teachings are interrelated because all these people including Tibet have one source. The Maya teach we were created from corn which have the colors white, black, red and yellow in Mesoamerica. That is why corn is sacred to the aboriginals.