Awen's Call

The grains of sand fall quickly through A past that time forgets Who we were, where we've been and Where we shall go hence. While much is learned, so much is lost Though wisdom ever speaks She sings her song to right the wrongs Her children there to teach. Why do the groves stand empty? Where lay the rowan staff? Who's song will pierce the darkness? Whose words will paint the past? To master, ovate, and those between To poet, musician and bard Let not the pen rest out of hand Nor withhold the living word. The light of inspiration shines On those called to receive it Let's raise our quill, sing our song And dare now to believe it. ~Christopher Thor Britt For Debbie Guzzi's "Words of Wisdom" contest Topic #2 This poem relates to topic #2 as a person strives to remember the inspirational wisdom of the past, and pay it forward to future generations so the creative process may continue...so the eternal voice of the poet is not silenced and the creative seed is planted, nourished and, above all, appreciated as mankind strives to learn from the victories and failures of our kind, and so, somehow, grow, live and die with new wisdom to pass on to posterity.