By Ficklin “Fick” Bryant
September 16, 2001
What now, we ask? What does the future hold?
The horror of these days seems almost unbearable at times. Our hearts truly feel sorrow for all. It was the darkest day I ever remember. I know each and everyone of us pray for the healing of victims, families, friends, workers, heroes, survivors, and on and on and on. Our brains are overwhelmed with images, information, emotions, and stress. I hope we will all find a quiet place in time to relax and reflect upon the future of our world.
As I sit here in the middle of the woods and look at the beauty that surrounds me, the sunshine through the trees, somehow it reminds me that there is hope for our planet. Without hope, there is no hope. And without sunshine, there is only darkness. The question that has been on my mind is, “Where do we go from here?” I feel that we are truly at a crossroads at which we can make this a better world or just remain in fear. It is a time when we can come together as people, as families, as ethnic groups, as countries, as nations, and as a world. The American Indian had so very much to teach us, but instead the white man did not listen. The great message was one word, UNITY! Unity of the two-leggeds, the animal kingdom, and of Gaia (Mother earth). What we did to the American Indian is surely no better than what terrorists did to us. The American bald eagle, the bird of our nation, represented to the Indian “the one with spiritual wisdom”. I hope for spiritual wisdom to be with our decision-makers. But more than that, I hope for spiritual wisdom of every man to direct them in love. As I came home last evening, I was thinking of a poetry line in my head, and it was, “for we are all just separate pieces of the One In our Creators eyes” As I slowed for a stoplight a bald eagle flew right in front of me about 20 feet up. I took that to be a sign that it must be a good line or a good message.
It is Sunday afternoon, and again I come to the middle of the woods, which
is, I guess, my new writing spot. You would laugh if you saw me. I sit
in a folding chair, down in a bottom where there is a nice flat area amongst
a variety of lovely trees. But the ground area is almost completely filled
with poison ivy! Very fortunate I do not catch poison ivy! So here I sit,
blue jeans, took off my shirt, pen, notebook, Pepsi®, ice, thermos,
candle of the world, crystal, Indian pipe, and my addiction—Captain Black
Lastly, I’d like to tell you about my inspiration for the poem; “Tears
Fell Down”. Soon after seeing the image on TV that showed from ground level,
a trade tower starting to pancake down, I had am image in my mind of tears
raining down at that moment. Millions of tears. And I wished that I could
paint because that would be an awesome image to capture. I did my best
to capture it in words.
Ficklin “Fick” Bryant
PS Thought of the other line for the verse—
I pray for every human on earth who is against terrorism and fear, that
they may unify by communicating what is good and right for our planet—not
governments—just people! I also pray that no more innocent people of the
world shall die. Make the world an oak tree of people, with beautiful leaves,
stems and branches that lead to the same trunk and downward to strong roots
that are nourished by what is natural and good.
© 2001 Ficklin “Fick” Bryant All Rights Reserved
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