Mother Sky, send your nightlight
stars
to candle our way out of
darkness.
Let us hear the voices of our
ancestors
who spoke the language of the trees.
We have walked across the forest
in our stone moccasins for so
long
we can longer hear the roots cry.
In the noise of our tongues speaking
iron and glass we became deaf.
Mother Sky, we are listening,
the days of stealing years from
limbs are ending.
Our hands will nurse the great
oak while you
water seedlings from tears of joy
instead of pain.
©Susie Clevenger 2014
This poem was inspired by the following Native American quotes.
"We are all one child spinning
through Mother Sky." – Shawnee
"Listen, or your tongue will make you deaf." - Tribe Unknown
"Listen, or your tongue will make you deaf." - Tribe Unknown
"All plants are our brothers and
sisters. They talk to us and if we listen, we can hear them." – Arapaho
This is the source for the Native American Quotes:
Native American Proverbs and Wisdom
Real Toads Bits Of Inspiration ~ Spirit Nature
This is the source for the Native American Quotes:
Native American Proverbs and Wisdom
Real Toads Bits Of Inspiration ~ Spirit Nature
Comments
Cheers!
JzB
I forgot to quote my Native American saying that inspired me most (all did in a way). It was this one:
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." - Blackfoot
I believe that I am the only one left here of my four characters. I gave credit this morning. Thank you.
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to candle our way out of darkness.". ..this is beautiful...and i'm basking in its holy light..