This poem was inspired by the author\u2019s attendance at the recent Conference of the North in Whitehorse, entitled: \u201cEncircling Light, Expectant Silence.\u201d
by Ron MacFarlane<\/p>\n
They came …<\/p>\n
This rag-tag band of gypsy-eyed and dry-mouthed seekers of soul,
Hope-thirsting for northern gold \u2013
Not for the hardened sunlight locked in quartzite veins within the earth,
But for the golden effulgence that bridges the Great Divide between Worlds.<\/p>\n
From the Four Facings they came …<\/p>\n
Sore-bruised from the fierce march of city-ization,
And bent-weary from the weight of world wisdom.<\/p>\n
I know these long-travellers from ancient times …<\/p>\n
When oceans of ice flowed down from the Axis;
When mighty Aztlan sank deep beneath the dark waters
I provided them green haven, these carriers of outer fire,
And I survived them on the meat of my beasts.<\/p>\n
Urged on by the Iron Spirit of Our Age, they have returned …<\/p>\n
The one who leads them new is familiar to me:
He sounds from the shining heart of Shamballa;
Sadly, few recognize his spirit
When he present moves amongst them.<\/p>\n
They speak of \u201ccrossing over\u201d and of \u201cthe guardian\u201d …<\/p>\n
This is not strange to me, for I am Beringia,
The Guardian of the Northern Gate;
I serve Borealis, the Great Spirit of the North;
In times past, I bridged the old lands of the East and the new lands of the West.<\/p>\n
In times yet unborn …<\/p>\n
I will spirit-ferry the old and the new rounds
That come before the Great Wrath;
In those bright and terrible days,
Will I see again these walkers-on-the-earth?<\/p>\n
Will they carry anew the inner fire and the inner gold?
Will they then find in my tundra-land of outer diamond,
The Philosopher\u2019s Stone within themselves?<\/p>\n
Will they come again …?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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