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The Coming of the Bear - ©1998 by (((Trevor Patrick)))
Purity power ageless wisdom
that man could never share --
the pearls are cast before Your feet:
The Coming of the Bear.
Wash off the blood,
wash off the shame:
In Northern Forest spirits fly;
to join the long sleep and rebirth of triumph,
where man can never lie.
Hold us in Your ageless arms,
where weakness cannot live --
look at us with Your timeless eyes...
Tell us what we must give.
Poor mortals though we are, Great Bear,
please Give us the strength to dream.
Give us the plenty of the summer sun,
and winter moonlight's gleam --
-- and Tell us all Your tales of hope:
Those Elder Days, where You held fast,
to the Fall of Man, and his spreading death,
for soon, we are the last.
One Day You'll return to cleanse Your Home --
the place, where we never belonged:
For we chose to be your enemy,
and almost never your friend,
until all our chances
save the final one, were gone.
Mend our hurt, Great Bear,
and show us the way...
Give us all what we deserve.
November returns to take us back,
and now it's You, we serve.
Under the sun, and in Your Den,
remember the Elder Days.
Sleep within Your loving arms,
and this is how you repay.
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The Coming of the Bear - ©1998 by (((Trevor Patrick)))
Purity power ageless wisdom
that man could never share --
the pearls are cast before Your feet:
The Coming of the Bear.
Wash off the blood,
wash off the shame:
In Northern Forest spirits fly;
to join the long sleep and rebirth of triumph,
where man can never lie.
Hold us in Your ageless arms,
where weakness cannot live --
look at us with Your timeless eyes...
Tell us what we must give.
Poor mortals though we are, Great Bear,
please Give us the strength to dream.
Give us the plenty of the summer sun,
and winter moonlight's gleam --
-- and Tell us all Your tales of hope:
Those Elder Days, where You held fast,
to the Fall of Man, and his spreading death,
for soon, we are the last.
One Day You'll return to cleanse Your Home --
the place, where we never belonged:
For we chose to be your enemy,
and almost never your friend,
until all our chances
save the final one, were gone.
Mend our hurt, Great Bear,
and show us the way...
Give us all what we deserve.
November returns to take us back,
and now it's You, we serve.
Under the sun, and in Your Den,
remember the Elder Days.
Sleep within Your loving arms,
and this is how you repay.
Sometimes, it's funny how life goes, isn't it? I wrote this poem a very long time ago, (December 1998, to be exact). It was meant to be a companion piece to a poem I had written about a year earlier, which had the title of GREAT BEAR, and just expands a little further on the ideas and imagery. I had originally wanted to include it in my first collection: (Shattered Images), but as most of my older pieces were only on paper, there were a few that I was never able to locate (likely shuffled off somewhere into the æther in between each time I've had to move to a new address -- most of you know how that goes). In a couple of cases, I could remember all the words to the piece in question, and could simply regurgitate it from my central memory core. Unfortunately, this piece was not one of those. I could only remember fragments of it, and for almost a quarter of a century, I have not been able to locate it... Until earlier today (07 April 2024).
To make a long story short, I have recently had to move to a new address yet again, and during the process of unpacking, this particular piece from way-back-when decided to float to the surface ('cuz we ALL float down here!)
I figured I'd share it as is, simply because, at least on a personal level, it serves as a rather interesting glimpse back at the headspace I was in at that time of my life: Just having been accepted into undergrad as a so-called "mature" student, and gearing up to start classes in January...
To make a long story short, I have recently had to move to a new address yet again, and during the process of unpacking, this particular piece from way-back-when decided to float to the surface ('cuz we ALL float down here!)
I figured I'd share it as is, simply because, at least on a personal level, it serves as a rather interesting glimpse back at the headspace I was in at that time of my life: Just having been accepted into undergrad as a so-called "mature" student, and gearing up to start classes in January...
Category Poetry / Animal related (non-anthro)
Species Bear (Other)
Gender Male
Size 50 x 50px
I totally understand... moved two years ago, and all my old journals went somewhere... I found them once, was happy, left them in the box and placed it where I would be able to find them again - and now I can't find them.
This poem is very well written, and, to my mind, perfectly reflects where we are today. People of the human nature will read history, and never believe it actually happened - and could happen again. The Great Bear has never changed, but we simply dance around his image in total oblivion.
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This poem is very well written, and, to my mind, perfectly reflects where we are today. People of the human nature will read history, and never believe it actually happened - and could happen again. The Great Bear has never changed, but we simply dance around his image in total oblivion.
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Yep,
and you do, indeed, grok the most important, take-home message of this piece, and which I haven't much changed my opinion about, even in the years since I wrote this.
As always, thank you so much for your thoughtful commentary. It feels less like I'm just an old man yelling at clouds, or shouting into the void. :)
and you do, indeed, grok the most important, take-home message of this piece, and which I haven't much changed my opinion about, even in the years since I wrote this.
As always, thank you so much for your thoughtful commentary. It feels less like I'm just an old man yelling at clouds, or shouting into the void. :)
*chuckles… do we writers not all yell into the void? It is frustrating.
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