An old hand reaches out over the fire
The sweet grasses fall like aspen leaf
A stick is placed where the coals require
With the voice resounding in quiet belief
Why is it that you can not see
The tests of life are meant to be
The ancients wish to see the strength
Of what you bear and to what length
Nothing is received, unless you give
No gift is present if you don’t believe
You can’t be forgiven, unless you forgive
There is no way to smile, if you can not grieve
this is why we need you here....
and why we feel you near when youre not.
smiling at you for this one sweet keeper.
as always..your timing is poetic.
O, Great Spirit
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me. I am small and weak. I need your
strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things I have
made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the
things you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my
brother, but to fight my greatest
enemy - myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.
A Sioux Indian Prayer
I would love to live as a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.