Portents

Portents

Beyond the mists of human time
There lies a greater mind

Where ancient voices speak as one
In image, word & rhyme

The standing place of all that’s true
Our helm within the storm

It rises fierce to speak with us
& of our danger warn

In omens dark, in fiery sparks
The healing voices speak 

You’re fading fast, yet hope still lasts
Come gather at our feet

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‘Portents’; omens, signs, auguries, warnings, premonitions, prophecy

‘A greater mind’: the poet WB Yeats called the mind of Nature ‘the Great Mind’ and ‘the Great Memory’

The ancients called this dynamic and living intelligence ‘Anima Mundi’ (The World Soul)