Lincoln Answers Our Nation’s Call for Help

Lincoln Answers Our Nation’s Call
for Help

In today's poem, the spirit of Abraham Lincoln, the great wayshower, responds to our collective pain.

In the May 2014 poem published on this blog, I expressed the intense pain I felt for our country using a creative medium known as “medicine poetry.”  I titled the poem, “She Died in Front of the Lincoln Memorial,” addressing our nation’s divided nature and its focus on fulfilling personal desires at the expense of the greater good of humanity and the planet.  I voiced my feelings and concerns to the sacred image of Abraham Lincoln, perhaps the most beloved and vibrantly alive monument in our nation’s capital.  At the poem’s conclusion, I released my pain and felt at peace. 

Writing medicine poetry requires that we abandon all thoughts and merge with feelings, not knowing in advance what the poem will say or how it will evolve. The intent of the poem is to allow the heart to express its authentic feelings, whether of pain or of glory. Once the poem is written, the poet breathes in the medicine of calm and peace. Truth has been spoken; truth has been heard. Truth heard without judgment releases pain.  Medicine poetry heals us, whether we write it ourselves or read medicine poetry written by another. Strong medicine is speaking the right words at the right time and in the right way.

In today's poem, the spirit of Abraham Lincoln, the great wayshower, responds to our collective pain, which, although already significant, has nevertheless increased dramatically in the past two years.   He identifies the core dilemma our country now faces and conveys the SAME message of how our country can heal that he first proposed during The Civil War nearly 130 years ago. It is a challenging yet healing choice that we, as citizens of this conflicted country, must make if we are to move through and beyond our current state of chaos and strife.



Abraham Lincoln's Clarion Call


I sit in my marble chair
Living inward – gazing outward
To all who come to visit me:
I see your magnificent souls
I hear your appreciation
I know your pain


Remembering my time in history
I remain with you in spirit
Witnessing history repeat itself
The greater truth
The Civil War never ended
The cause unhealed
Unity unattained
The true cause
Now crises
Of epidemic proportions
Blanket our country
Few imagined
The manifold events
That now shatter
Our reality


Even so
Consciously forewarned
And prepared or not
No one is exempt from
Life-altering truths
Our country now faces


Entered into the darkness
Of bewildering inner
And outer chaos
Of psyches
How the world functions
Ways we operate within it
We have dimmed
Into a barren blend
Of mist and smoke


Much of what once was
Cannot be reconstructed
Cannot be revised
Yet tucked among
The ashes of the past
Are durable remnants
And cherished seeds
Still vibrating with life


I promise you:
A door of sacred fortune
WILL open before you
We WILL cross a threshold


What our ears once silenced
We will soon hear
The irrepressible
Clarion call of life
A call sounded
At the beginning of time
When we forgot
Who we were
Why we had come
Hearing the clarion blast
We awaken
To our injured world


We disconnected
From the Sacred Source
From one another
Now we know
Our connection
Always remained
That it was
Our awareness of connection
That called to be returned


I invite you
To move into inner silence
Write medicine poetry
Acknowledge your personal pain
Focus on what really matters
Smooth the eagle's feathers
Celebrate the learned lessons
Of equality
Of greater good
Of unity within diversity
God doesn’t care
If we make mistakes
God only cares
If we learn from them


I, Abraham Lincoln,
Remind you
Of an unwavering Truth
I upheld
For our country’s wholeness
Proposed during The Civil War:

We may ACT separated
And divided
But we ARE not
We remain
Destined to answer
A clarion call
Of life and action


Called by our Sacred Source
To attain our True Destiny
Live with unconditional
Love and compassion
A global family
In a world
Of One

Place your awareness in your heart.  Write a medicine poem that expresses your truth about healing our country.  

Remember, writing medicine poetry requires that we allow the words to flow, abandoning all thoughts and merging with feelings, not knowing in advance what the poem will say or how it will evolve.

Allow your heart to express its authentic feelings. When thoughts distract you or words cease, return to the silence of your heart’s awareness.  

Once the poem is written, breathe in the medicine of calm and peace.

'"[F]ew successful statesmen have escaped the tendency of power to harden or at least to narrow their human sympathies; but [Lincoln's] natural wealth of tender compassion became richer and more tender, while in the stress of deadly conflict he developed an astounding strength.'" 

~ Peter Wehner, quoting Lord Charnwood writing in 1916,
"Can We Find Our Way Back to Lincoln?",

New York Times, July 17, 2016 ~


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Susan S. Trout. The Clarion Call: Leadership and Group Life in the Aquarian Era. Alexandria, VA: Three Roses Press, 2009.
Stephen Levine. Becoming Kuan Yin: the Evolution of Compassion. San Francisco: Weiser Books, 2013.

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