Ancient Voices Poem by Pamela Davison

I hear your ancient voice
Great Spirit
In the native tongue
Of all living things,
Surpassing our feeble
Attempts to erase your
Substance with vulgar noise
And dangerous form.

I see you breathe
In the hills
And across the seas,
Constant motion through
Each season
That brings new teachings
To this student
Visiting your precious gift.

To taste the nectar
Of your highest vision
Is the supreme reward
And I am humbled by all
You've expressed to me
On this inspiring path.
Your manifestation
Does not go unnoticed.

Now feel this warrior
Bond with all
You call me to see
And know I am walking
With love and honor
For the majesty radiating
In your creation
As you dream through me.