Totem

You are the totem, simply told,
In man and mountain lore
Pillared tall, your spirit thrives
Where myths and legends soar – 

Among the ravens where they fly,
With creed held fast in hand,
You speak the language of the earth;
You sound the depths of man 
And grasp the wisdom of the pearl
Fashioned in the sea,
Calling for the conch to voice
The truth you know to be – 

A monolith of latitudes,
With grace not undermined,
Lamenting as the deaf and dumb
Are handled by the blind,
You wear the scars of battles waged
Across the centuries
And grant the bearer of your wounds
The marks of history – 

Where now you stand, you now arise
To face the rising tide;
You see the quiet burning sun;
You hear the ocean’s cry

Raise now your silent, muted voice!
Lift up your hooded eyes!
Let loose the chains that time has forged
Where truth and beauty lie – 

Exalt us with your noble height!
Bestir the waking land!
Totem, in your boundless grace,
Call forth a better man –

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