I hear a voice of Ancestor's Spirit's calling me
back to the roots of my family
the echoes of a Warrior I was born to be
now become that of who I am
Once I stood here just a blind man
but they opened my eyes and needed me to see
through the vision's of a wise man
their ways are now taught to me
And as I stood on sacred ground
I saw the Lightning crashing down
as the Thunder beats a drums sound
Ancestor's Spirit's dance all around
Lost to things that needed to be found
I felt the touch of an Ancestor's Spirit's hand
that would guide me through a forgotten land
back to where my soul is now free
Spiritwind ©2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
......reads beautifully, ...amazing, spiritual and beautiful...and I love the theme :) ★