| pauleewhiting 2005-10-24, 12:56 am |
| Cries Of The Soldiers
When the hour was dark
and their need was great,
I heard the cries of the soldiers.
When their lives were at stake because
their President had failed them,
I felt the fear of the soldiers.
So, I raised up my voice demanding
that God go be with them and protect
the lives of the soldiers.
I pounded my drum and sent word to
my Elders that every nation should
come to the aid of those soldiers.
I sounded my bell for all the spirits
to gather and fly swift as the wind
to comfort the soldiers.
I whispered a prayer to each of Earth's
Children that we should all walk with honor
and become more like a soldier.
I sung a tribal song with my rattle
calling home The Great Worriers who
were now serving their country as soldiers.
Then...I laid down my head and cried like a
mother, because all I could do in the end
was trust that God was a soldier.
-Small All White in the Forest
An American Shaman
Portland, Oregon
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