Mother Sky

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

"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

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