The Keepers
This Earth they seeded with their Own hands
Tended us, reared us - fragile humans
through our eons, e'er present
Our very patterns woven upon a stellar loom
given lovingly - all senses -
every need fulfilled...
A blue-green orb, our cradle
when did we grow uncaring...
when did the anarchy begin?
Where was the choice, the error, made
for us to walk the path of destruction
forfeiting heritage, denying their truth...
The Gods & Goddesses wept, as they viewed their
Childrens' errant ways - the inequity of the Human state -
the tiresome roar of vain and vulgar warring...
They turned, and with heavy hearts, tortured minds -
trod in the Mystical realm whence they emerged
considered never altering the path of fate seen taken
For we, so ignorant, bereft now of the Power
once bestowed so lovingly from
our Celestial parents
Denying, in our arrogant, childish mentations
the life given form by those not quite Terrestrial
delinquent in our use of that called Magick!
Are we destined, then, to emerge in the Universal topography
as the spoiled race, beings whispered of as cruel and base -
not to be dealt with, nor drawn into the Galactic plan?
Has the time passed, the doorway into Heavens of which
few have dared to Dream - and fewer dwelt within - closed?
Reach now, delicate humans, embrace your Mothers and Fathers!
For we're naught but saplings in the structure of the true Cosmos
growing still, but perhaps not spared the annihilation we reject
as implausible; we are yet so certain of our supreme existence
Realize, humanity, we are finite ... our heirs not as we were:
continuance less assurned with each passing millennium -
fraught with imbalances, exacting our own ends...
Heed the signs your siblings relate to you, the tellers of tales;
the Natives have always known - not fantasies nor delusions!
the Givers of Life are here, among you;
Ope your Minds, your Hearts...
KEC / 05-95