For those yet to come- Poem by Olivia Fern.

 

This poem came from a feeling of how important art is and always has been, in all it’s forms, in shaping history and giving voice and shape to things we felt we could not say any other way..
Art keeps the human spirit alive and vibrant. Artists are visionaries. This is my homage to them. 

 

Come, Weavers of story, art and song

let us gather together, for the time has come
to weave a new vision for those yet to come
for we are the ancestors of our great grand daughters and sons.

Bring your voice, your hands, your heart, your drum
whatever it is that you make your art from
for if we don’t, we may well choke
on all the words we never spoke
On all the books we never wrote
and the fires within our hearts we let turn to smoke..

For a hope, a dream
channelled through a brush stroke, song or a seam
can be the spark that lights the dark we find ourselves in
Art is and has always been a way for spirit to be seen.

We need your fire so that the Phoenix of mankind can rise
above the distractions, the hatred and the lies

We each bring our own threads
to the web
and we all play our part
do we light a spark, or stay in the dark?

So, come
way showers
weavers of spirit in form
let us sit around this fire together once more
Singing…
“let us create!
whatever it is that makes our voices shake”
Singing….”let us create!
Whatever it is that makes our hearts ache”

For the pain as well as the beauty you feel when you look at the world yes, it is real
but the time has come, to gather as One
and let our bones hum
with the drum
of a new heart song

So come, Weavers of story, art and song
let us gather together, for the time has come
let us weave a new vision for those yet to come
for we are the ancestors of our great grand daughters and sons.