The Prayer
Sky Father looks down on us and sighs, while Mother Earth cries for
her children.
We have lost our place in the Great Wheel.
We no longer learn the knowledge of our forefathers and mothers.
We have closed our ears and hardened our hearts like wayward
children that stomp their feet and shake their fists at their
surroundings.
Mother Earth's Trail of Tears is marked with sorrowful footprints,
bloodied with intolerance, ignorance, and hatred.
How can we find our way home?
Sky Father and Mother Earth wait to greet us once more.
If you look to the sunset where land and sky become one, you can see
them there arms outstretched to embrace us.
Our hearts need only love that which was given us, and our minds
remember that which was forgotten.
Then we will all be Brothers and Sisters again in the Great Village.
Listen to Mother Earth's song and Feel Sky Father's strength.
We will find our way home one day and be lost no more. Embrace the old
ways. Mother Earth will cry no longer.
This is my prayer for us all.
Troubled
Oh Great Spirit I am troubled
I have come seeking my ancestors
Are they here? Do they know me?
I have seen a people with fire in their eyes and courage in their hearts.
Now I only see tracks as if done on hands and knees.
Have we forgotten to walk two footed and tall?
I have heard a people with voices which are clear and wise toned.
Their words tell stories and sing songs.
Why now do we seem so silent?
I have seen a people dancing graceful in movement.
They seem to leave the earth, and their faces full of joy.
Why now do we seem so heavy and strained?
I have seen a people of mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters.
They are passing love, knowledge, and history.
Why now do we seem so sad, angry, and distant to one another?
Oh, I am troubled
I have come seeking my ancestors
Are they here? Do they know my heart?
Do they know themselves?
Silver's Song
Silver's flute is calling thru the night,
dulcet tones in pure moonlight.
Love and kindness within each sound
A more peaceful gift cannot be found.
She sends the music as soft as touch,
to reach those who need carressed as such.
Her music encircles many a heart,
to bring great joy from her simple art.
Her face seems alive with each note called.
Her song echoes thru forest, hill, and hall.
It reaches every creature there
Silver's love and warmth to share.
