A windigo wind
is blowing across the land,
its puffed out cheeks
flushing out terrified people
hiding from malevolence
from every corner.
how I long for peace
Begone, bitter wind.
We resist. We hold firm
to our longing
for the soft breezes
of compassion and goodwill
to reclaim
the corridors of power.
how my weary heart
longs for peace
We will blow back
till we blow you out to sea,
so humanity and decency
can rule the land
we love.
we long for peace
We have power.
We are grandmothers, mothers, daughters,
grandfathers, fathers, sons
with wolf howls in our hearts,
an army of compassion
that sees a better world
than the one of mad
and misguided power.
We have waited a millennia
for peace.
for Mary's prompt at What's Going On - How I Long for Peace, inspired by the song with that title. Definitely a timely topic.
The Windigo is a mythical malevolent creature from the folklore of the Algonquin people.
I think you speak for many people with this poem, Sherry. And yes, we wait and wait and WAIT for peace.
ReplyDeleteSo glad to learn something new from your poem Sherry. I had no idea about The Windigo. I love this voice of unity to fight against the malevolent power. So well put.
ReplyDelete"Begone, bitter wind.
ReplyDeleteWe resist. We hold firm
to our longing . . . . ' You describe the longing for peace as a force in itself, a wind that will someday overcome. I love how your poem cheers peacemakers on. We have tools, and we have vision!
When people blow for and against things, rather than parties or people, we can make things happen.
ReplyDeletePriscilla King, registered Independent, generally opposed to all war
Windigo wind... fabulous imagery, Sherry... how do we blow back this malevolent wind? How do we get back peace? Love the poem.
ReplyDeleteI love your kind of army - the gentle presence of hope that all good people possess - I hope - Jae
ReplyDeleteA heartfelt and thoughtful poem, Sherry. Augusta Stowe-Gullen said: "When women have a voice in national and international affairs, wars will cease forever." - This is also hinted at in your poem...
ReplyDeleteMight have to wait a bit longer, too.
ReplyDeleteThe soft breezes of compassion and goodwill are what is needed for our survival...may it be so. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteMan, Sherry, I have a wolf howl in my heart, for sure. You have framed this beautifully. Thanks, my friend.
ReplyDeleteI have heard the legends of the wendigo wind spirits. The need for community to come together in harsh times. I think all spirits yearn for peace...and so we wait and wait and wait for positive change and a gentler wind.
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