The Color of Guns...

Last week was an extremely hard week for me to move through energetically....

I was standing in emotional waters from the Tuscon Tragedies being played out on the media...feeling the sorrow of lives lost wash over me in wave after wave.

Watching a young girl mowed down in the prime of her
childhood was really my undoing.  That sweet, pure child, who held so much promise, was given to us as a means to begin shaping a future for our children.  She sacrificed life, her life, so that other children coming up can be free of violence, of control over another human being.  I see Christine Taylor Green as a Gift to humanity...I pray that it be so, as everything else is futile. 

I also feel deep sorrow over the shooter...for his illness of mind and heart...he was someone's hope and child too.
I cannot imagine how this young man's parents must feel.

I heard in President Obama's speech, the voices raised in unison as he spoke....about expectations for our children.  The cheering on of those in the audience...whilst Christine's Parents sat and watched the screen being played out in front of them.  I wonder if they knew their child, their Beloved, was destined for greatness? 

Even as I sit here and type this I can tell I am not over this yet...I'm still crying over this child I've never laid eyes on.  This also proves to me how interconnected we truly are.  She was one year younger than my grandson 'Firekeeper', three years older than my grandaughter 'Little Grandmother', and I cannot even imagine something so horrific happening to my precious babes.  And yet I hold hope for the rest of the children of the world...I have to.  We all should hold this hope and intention and create it in our hearts and psyches so they do have a better world to live in.  WE have to Hold This Hope!!!

To move through my emotions, I took up my pen and began to write...just a few lines at a time as I was processing the Sacred Contract of Christine, Representative Gifford, and all the others who were there in that Place, at this time in History...Sacred Wounds All.    The collective consciousness of humanity was forever changed in that moment.  Will it be forever then a guiding force for us?  I certainly hope so...I have to have that hope...I repeat...I have to have that hope.  There is nothing else.  In my pain...this is what I wrote....

The Color of Guns

Deep, blood-red, running
from holes and gashes
ripped in skin, sinew,
muscle and bone.

The Color of Guns

Tearing apart life, families,
communities, nations,
savoring the destruction
of hearts, homes, land.

The Color of Guns

Shreds the psyche of truth,
honesty, feeds it perversity,
turning a lie into darkness,
dripping evil into veins.

The Color of Guns

Made by the hand of a man
with too much idle time or
the wish to dominate, be
superior, to all living things.

The Color of Guns

A time for laying down
metal gun-grey, the putting on
of Purple Robes, auras of
amethyst, nee` white-gold
upheld promises of expectation,
hopes for a better, brighter tomorrow.

The Color of Guns

Fades from metal gun-grey to pink,
the color of Mother Love, The Womb,
Creator of Life, a turning of Guns...
into Roses...Forever for the Children.

The Color of Guns...

The Color of Guns.

Akasa WolfSong
1/17/2011 (C)
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I Pray for World Peace today in the Hearts of Humanity...
Let It Be So!
A'HO!