Across earth, in silence, Sentinels wait — out in the cosmos, deep within an embryonic wilderness, a voice whispers: ‘Wake up, it is time.’
Bréon RydellTHE SENTINELS
The Sentinels referred to in this poem represent the visionaries who have sought to safeguard humanity’s ancient cultures, wisdom and knowledge, for the benefit of future generations. The Sentinels represent an echo from the past—calling out to present-day citizens to advance intellectual/moral progress, conserve and protect the biosphere.
Published in June 2018 as the Epilogue to the book by photographer, Jimmy Nelson, entitled ‘Homage to Humanity,’ Rizzoli, NYC.
Across the vast plains, sentinels stand, honouring their ancient history, watching over their loved ones, and their sacred lands
Weep not for me the fragments of my bones
Weep not for the masses lost in the twilight of their sorrow …
© 2018-2024 Bréon Rydell
Prejudice is a burden that confuses the past, threatens the future and renders the present inaccessible.
Maya Angelou, American poet, (1928-2014).