Be Still And Listen
~Marge Tindal~ ©2000
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I am quiet so that the Spirits
can enter and call my name.
I listen as they speak
I hold no thought of shame.
They come to me in the silence
of the meditation by the fire.
I open myself to the teachings
and they fill my soul with
desire.
The Spirits come to tell me
things I could not know.
Of legends before my time
and where the Spirits go.
They talk of the souls of the
departed
sitting at the Wise Council
in the sky.
They tell of the coming again
of things we thought had passed
us by.
The return of the buffalo on
the plains,
the return of the water so
pure,
they tell of the peace among
the men
who know the land so sure.
Of hearts in the mending,
of peace among us all.
Of great men still standing
long after the fall.
Returning to a time
where there was abundance
in the land.
And the land was shared by
all
before it left our hands.
No matter what your Native
American heritage,
you have Spirits of your tribe
reaching out to tell you of
the legends.
Be still and listen ... with
pride.
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