Naftali Primor, Poetry

נפתלי פרימור, שירתי

משורר צעיר בליבו ששירתו התפתחה בגיל מאוחר. הרגישו מוזמנים להשתתף בחווית שירתי.

On the Way to my Hopi Ancestors

I shall pray thanks
To Creator of the hardest rocks
And the softest hearts.
It's for the Creator to soften the rock
And to harden the heart.
You may curve a cave with nothing but your
Heart Spirit.
This is the cave you'll be walking through
You will be riding a feathered serpent
It will lead you to corn fields of my
Hopi ancestor's People
They are expecting me
I'm on my way.

Naftali Primor
Jan.16, 2016