He Stands Alone
Written By Hair Dark aka
Katherine Raborn |
As guardian of the remaining domain,
he stands alone, this Warrior of the
night.
Yet hosted by the abundance of spirits,
for so many Nations that stood to fight.
Watching out over the scattered land,
revealing in his visions for strength.
Like time worn pieces of a scared life,
merging in a pattern of paths at length.
Yielding to all his brothers to join him,
banding together in unity of great pride.
Walk the mighty Red Road together as one,
this is not the time for us to part and
divide.
Complete in body, purification of the
soul,
come now to this circle in which we are
bound.
There are no differences among the Cloud
People,
we are traveling upon this holy blessed
ground.
And in the mighty winds that pass
through,
listen for the Nations left here on
Mother Earth.
Remember we came long before known
history,
never forget your gifts given to you at
birth.
Arapaho, Cherokee, Paiute, Sioux, Cree,
Shawnee,
Comanche, Blackfoot, Siminoles, Shoshone,
Cheyenne.
Chippewa, Apache, Chickasaw, Lakota, Nez
Percé, Choctaw,
do not allow yourselves to separate and
disband.
And if those voices could still be heard,
returning in the whispers of the pines
that blow.
Perhaps we would have learned long back
then,
the teachings of our hearts as these
rivers flow.
He stands alone, this Warrior of the
night,
though now encompassed within an Indian
soiree.
This is strong rock medicine, it is a
tradition,
it is singing waters, it is a chant, it
is the way.
06/02/2001
copyright HairDark aka
Katherine Raborn
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