Sunday 27 May 2012

ONE WHO GATHERS TRIBES:



She flies high with raven, hawk & wise old owl,
At night  prowls with the wolves & knows how to howl,
She spins with the spider her web of dreams,
Under starry nights, plotting new found schemes.

She is a very magical & special soul,
Friend to bison, deer & mole,
She roams prairies with beloved packs,
Seeking signs & tracing tracks.

She swims with salmon, & with eagle flies,
Talking to wolf, coyote & butterflies,
She loves hummingbird, bat, every bear & snake,
Who bow before her walking wake.

She is of stars, moon & desert sun,
You lady, belong to everyone,
She is summer, winter, fall & spring,
You lady, pray, chant, & eternally sing.

She raises arms & with ancestors dances,
To beating drum, her heart & soul prances,
She whose step echoes with resounding thud,
Raindrops encasing her feet in ancient mud.

She for who lightening strikes, flowers bloom, rivers flow,
People, like beasts, may come, but also go,
She whose Bloody history of her people gone,
Gather your tribes now, all & one.

She of the Red-Road –Dust & flowing rivers,
Of hot sun sweat, of moonlight shivers,
She, who in twilight shadows walks tall,
This lady gives to one & gives to all.

She gathers friends as she gathers flowers,
Brews magic herbs, bestows healing powers,
She, whose destiny in the dust inscribes,
To be the “ONE WHO GATHERS TRIBES.”

1 comment:

  1. I thank you so much for honoring me in this way my sister... I am humbled by your words... Much love and blessings to you always! I love you very much! (((HUGS)))

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