My Mother's Voice

From the day that I was born.

I feel like someone mourned.

Was it not for me?

The first cry I heard.

Was it my own voice?

 

Or was it that of my mother, in labor?

As she was bringing me into this often so cruel world.

This woman she taught me how to see,

through her most beautiful, yet sorrow felt eyes.

 

I grew to cherish my Mother Earth.

I walk upon her beauty.

As the stars in my eyes fill the heavens.

 

I have learned to live, to love, and to be wise.

I have journeyed far and near.

The song of her voice, I long to hear.

 

I have traveled far to come upon the Red Road.

Many pathways I have taken, and many more will I follow.

On this journey upon the Red Road.

Many ditches to fall into, yet to stand firmly

upon my feet again.

 

Straight and narrow is the path to light.

We as lost children, often lose our sight.

Sometimes we become deaf with life's busy noise.

Our senses sometimes lose their integrity.

When we love our lives, we find serenity.

One must travel through time,

with the instinct of wolf survival.

 

Let instinct take over, stay sober.

Ancient voices from the past, at last...

Sing to us their songs.

Children! Listen, to the voices of the winds!

 

All four directions, all good intentions.

As they sing to us their songs.

Freely give to us their dances.

Guide us through life's trudges, and turmoils.

 

I pray that all the lost and lonely children,

of our dear Mother Earth...

Will soon see and realize, the way things ought to be.

 

I pray to my Creator,

with the spirit of the eagle, as he soars.

Soar on high, across an azure blue sky.

Let freedom ring. Let freedom fly.

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Beautiful work! Thank you. Added to my library, and printed it out hard copy! I am not willing to lose anymore of anyone's work, mine either!