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POEMS by JAMES HUTCHISON

Though dreamers dream and poets write
The world goes on without its sight.
When will they learn, when will they know
To stop and seek Creator's glow?




New Friend

I stood and looked around me
Myself I could not find.
An elder asked, "What do you seek?"
My soul I'm trying to find
Upon the sacred mountain
That's where you should be.
Upon the sacred mountain
Underneath a sacred tree.

And so I climbed the mountain
And found a sacred tree
And there I stayed, no time did pass
The universe and me.

I waited and I pondered
All that I could see
And watched the birds and flowers
The universe and me.

I slept beneath the sacred tree
And often did I dream
As a whole, the universe,
Life's flowing steady stream.

And then a wise man came to me
A wolf appeared, a sign
And showed me all that I could see
An illusion for the mind.
All you see is a reflection
A wave of Maker's hand.
He made the stars and oceans
And all the living land.

But what you seek lies far beyond
And yet is close at hand.

The Creator He did make all things
Within you He does dwell.
His spirit lives within you
This truth to you I tell.

And so I left the mountain
My new-found soul within
And so I left the sacred tree
But with me brought a friend.

The Creator lives within me
And with him there's no end.
I'll serve Him, all my life to give
Me and my new friend.

        7-24-94


Remember When You Came
(or Another Hand)

An eternity ago we came upon this land
Through the ice the Creator lent us His helping hand.
To find our way to this new life
To this sacred land.
Forever we have lived here,
In peace we took this land.
Our passing hardly noticed,
The lightest mark of man.

And while the world in arrogance,
And pride, and self-esteem,
Learned to build machinery
Instead of loving dreams.
We learned to built the heart of man
To help him fill his soul,
To learn the path of our Creator
The sacred way, so old.
To stride with our Creator
And love his wisdom's ways
For daily He walks with us
And blessings fill our days.

And when you finally found us,
With our arms outspread,
You found our hospitality
And freely we gave bread.

In your own tongue you did hear us,
For one of us had been
To your land and knew
Your cold, dark heart within.

In freedom's name you came here
With thankfulness and joy,
And us, we gladly fed you,
Without deceit or ploy.

The Pilgrims here were welcome,
The knew the living God,
But later freedom was forgotten
Now'th coveting you're shod.
A pagan god was brought to worship
Profiteering was its creed,
Greed its inspiration
Rape and killing, still, its need.

A people's way of life destroyed
Just to have the land
And cut off the land that fed you,
When you were strangers to our land.

You said we wasted land
We made no profit there
But all through time we remain
The richest people here.

We have not been defeated,
We simply will not die.
And though you tread upon us
We remember how to fly.

Yes though we seem to move far west,
We cannot ever die.

And now a time has come,
When you ask us once again,
To stretch a hand and teach you
The wisdom of this land.

I have become the thunderbird,
And though an eagle, too
Peace is still a possible
Joining me to you.
I look upon the land
With lightning in my eyes,
Thunder issues for a voice
Or the spreading skies.

The Creator as a source of life,
Like the river flows
And so the life dance carries on
Bur for how long, who knows?

I soar above the land
And give a heavy sigh
And rest upon a limb
To stop and ponder why,
And comes to mind His blessings
His wisdom of the land
And so again we're leaning forward
And offering our other hand.

        7-24-94


A Prayer of Faith for Hearts

And now I build a fire
As my ancestors have taught
And fill my pipe with offerings
With gifts of sacred thought.

I life my pipe to heaven
In faith I know it's seen,
And share my prayer with Father
For the wisdom he will bring.

From humble shores of earth I pray,
From here I make my stand
And send a prayer of faith and love
For the hearts that fill this land.

I hope we may remember
Who it was that gave
Our lives a sacred purpose
And blessed us all our days.


My Special Place

There is a place that I can go,
And leave my troubles here
And gallop in the new spring mist
And never shed a tear.

I lope across the mountain
And dance with lightning there
And waltz with Mother Nature
And never have a care.

But now this place is dying
And I have to wonder why
Men of noble wisdom
Could let this problem lie.

And so I don my armor
The bow of rain I use
And fight this evil tumor,
It's darkened heart I'll bruise.

And when the battle's over,
And when the earth is safe
I'll lay my weapons down again
And find a sacred place.

A place that I may brightly go
And leave my troubles here
And gallop in the new spring mist
And never shed a tear.

        7-29-94

Have We Lost Our Way?

Remember when we first appeared?
It wasn't long ago
Or has it been forever,
Eternities ago?
We can't recall the first time
We built a city here,
Or stood in awestruck wonder
When a comet first appeared.
We've lived our daily struggles
In countless running years,
Hopes and dreams so fragile
Lost in seas of tears.
We wonder, where's the rhyme,
Relativity we seek
Where's the continuity,
We pray thee, Einstein.
A memory so long
It can never be remembered
Except for the Creator
It cannot be all tendered.

From the dust we've built a nation
So fragile, yet so strong
If we go the way we are
It cannot last for long.
Countless lives have passed before us,
Wisdom's they have learned
But if we don't remember
Our nation's truly spurned.
For Nature hates a vacuum
And if we haven't learned
The wisdom of the ages
Then that's what we've become.

Our progress is often fleeting
And miss-identified
And if we are not careful
It has sentenced us to die.

In the footsteps of Sumerians
Our nation's sure to follow
Their wisdom seems forgotten
Our nation made so hollow.

Should we walk this beaten path
Our destiny to wallow
Or can we make a backward glance
Taking wisdom to tomorrow.

        7-30-94

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