Great Spirit, Hear Me
Oh Great Spirit, voice I hear in my dreams
maker of lakes, mountains and streams
I ask as one of your children
I seek food for family I must feed
Slow the deer that I may find
Send my arrow true to its mark
Great Spirit be in this so kind
Let me hear the forest praise You
The morning sun obey your call
The Sky water our lands
That our tribe may not fall
Your voice, wisdom and strength
hidden in the trees and the rocks
Give my days greater length
That I may care for my family
Oh Great Spirit, life to live
send your voice in the Wind
food for our children to eat
Show us the beauty in your making.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-19/2014
Native American prayer.
Upon the path to self-destruction,
noticed I, a quaint obstruction.
Barrin' me to stay my course
was fear, envy, doubt and remorse.
"Imagine it!" to meself says I,
"Tis for these thing' I long to die."
An' so, I set me down to think.
"This bodes not well! Were't the drink?"
When at that moment, me eyes was soak't,
an' a blazin' tow'r o' fire an' smoke
appeared 'afore my sot'n feet
an' I prayed: "Dear Lord!
My soul do keep!"
As I fumbled the words
to the prayer of the Lord,
bespoke he to me:
"What are ye here for?"
Now, gath'rin me wits
with me eyes from the floor,
Ah I cleared me throat, an' this I swore:
"Dear God Almighty, can ye' please
forgive this trespass.
As you see, I know not what
I bargained for, and I am sorry,
my dear Lord."
Quite sober now
as I could be,
the Lord then spoke
these words to me;
"My child, from where thy feet now stand,
look to the east, where sun meets land.
Beyond those hills I raised of yore,
there once were lands, that are, no more.
Tongues that are no longer spoken
and vows that are, many,
long since broken.
Now look to the west,
where the sun meets the sea.
There are mountains yet raised
known only to me.
Cities to come, that shall never be,
and races of man, that no man shall see."
He paused, and I reflected on these,
then he added, to sum it all up, it seemed;
"Ages before I had ever begun,
I knew this very day would come.
I chose this hour, I chose this place,
and I chose you to recieve this grace.
So, be not troubled, child of mine.
You were meant to be here, at this time.
Do you still want to throw yourself from on high?"
"Dear Lord no! I don't want to die!
Now, more than ever, I want to live!
And I fell to my knees,
and I worshiped him.
When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk
I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust.
When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite
all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight
When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees
you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees
And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined
I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...
Dear God, when the sun rises,
I can only wish for a better day.
I'm not looking for consolation prizes;
I know life can't go entirely my way.
I just want to love and be loved,
To have hope and a great faith.
Sometimes the choices in life are tough,
After sunrise creates a new day.
©2013 Honestly JT
The sun has warmed my cold winter body
I've seen the waves on the beach
which leaves a white foam in the sand
I have listened to prayer from the mosque
A prayer that I do not understand
but it gives me rest and peace of mind
Admired the beautiful red, yellow and pink flowers
Tasted the fruit that is juicy and sweet
Greeted the neighbors and good friends
Harvested green bananas from field
Seen the snow on the mountains far,far away
Of course, my friend I've eaten lamb kebab
I'm like new, I've got some replenishing
Warmth from the sun and lovely people
The sun goes down with blush once again
A-L Andresen :)
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
Holy order of the Devil
It was a long, long journey
To find that quadrivial
We had to trek across the mountains
Though it was beautiful
The danger it was ever near
Those priests with all their din
Had made this place an evil lair
A reservoir of sin
We came to where the meeting was
All the priest were Gathered there
One read a pericope out loud
The atmosphere so rare
His ligures shone like a thousand stars
From the breastplates that he wore
The words he spoke with intensity
Touched each priest to the core.
Oh it was unbelievable
That high priest had such power
That night it felt so mystical
Yet nothing it did flower
Because the Devil pulled the strings
And the high priest was his tool
And everywhere the Devil went
His world was always cruel.
15 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.
I woke up this morning and said a prayer for you,
the sun shines through my blinds and it's a shame i can't be there with you
your heart beat creates earthquakes,
your tears bring the rain,
and for the second time it has flooded here again
I'm sorry if i disappointed you,
I'm sorry if i ever lied,
because what i'd do to go back would mean
i could reverse the time that you died.
sick to my stomach i can't bear the thought,
but when the sun shone through this morning
it brought a peaceful thought back to my heart
through out each day i kneel down and pray
and know you're living in the sky
I try making wishes from stars flying by
but the sight must be quicker then the blink of my eye
i'll never know why,
til it's my time to go,
I look around this city realizing all friends are faded foes
I can't hold on, i hold it within,
it is my faith in peace that keeps me from disintegrating within.
As the sun smiled and fadeth behind the clouds
The yawning earth uncloak her beauty to the moon
Halfway through the night, a clock strikes ‘12’ too soon
Virgins carried a lamp and a vessel of oil
Eagerly waiting for the groom’s appearance
Abounding in devotion, patience and perseverance
Virgins grew weary and fell asleep, at midnight a cry was made
“Behold the Bridegroom cometh”
Here He comes and there the band of virgins goeth
Virgins begin to trim their lamp
But five neglected to watch and to pray
They never anticipated so long a delay
“Oh no! Our wasting lamps is dying out by day
Please give us of thy oil!
Please spare us a little of thy toil!”
“No! We have no oil to spare
Lest our lamps burn with dim flame
The groom is come already, lest He vent blame”
The unwise virgins were shut outside the banquet hall
They were left anguishing in gross darkness
In a night of eternal and unredeemed blackness
Both parties were taken unaware
But one was prepared for emergency
As their lamps continually glow with fervency
We are come to the last time
Let your lamps burn and not quenched
And be not a passive warmer on thy church-bench
The Poet Preacher © 2013
Command the Israelites to bring pure, pressed olive oil to you for the lamp, to keep a light burning constantly.-Leviticus 24:2
Walking with the cool fall breeze ruffling my hair,
the Sun rising with its comforting warmth.
I hear the river applauding me as I sing.
Sparrows in the distance are keeping rhythm,
as I make my way through the damp grass.
My eyes are drawn to the fog coming off the open field,
reminding me of the spirits of long ago rising from a long rest.
Slow and groggy slipping into the fresh open air it disappears.
The smell of wet leaves and grass fill the air as I continue on my journey.
As I get closer to my destination I feel a familiar presence,
one I have known throughout my existence.
I look down to see the eternal resting place of my grandfather.
I reach down and remove the fallen leaves and over grown weeds.
After a quick prayer and an I love you I sit and talk to him.
While I watch the sun continue to rise I think about the times we had.
I think about the times we will never have,
I think about the way I love him,
I think about how it will be when I see him again.
The sky danced a glimmer of setted sun blue
Softly through into the night
Like rafters keeping us safe on our path under heaven
Trees wove themselves over us
Breathing light from coals washed the five gathered faces
Flickered in their eyes and over their bodies
In the quiet I saw
In the south like the waves from beneath the sea
One spirit shone with a shimmering breath
And another in the west settled on the rafters there
With a sighing light barely seen and hardly felt
Amid the rafters of the north one other spirit swayed
There too an ethereal visitor echoed in the east
In the quiet I saw
Faces bright, strong and painted with a wash of . . .
Contentment, save two, both fallen of crest
And still under the watchful eyes of Nokomis high in the skies
One rose to smile holding a light before him closely
But woe fell across the other for being there within already
As if unable to escape for eyes unseeing
In the quiet I saw
I watched a struggle between three spirit cousins
Over and all around they fought where he had fallen
So vicious this fight, it cast a shrouding over everything of him
For these two beasts snarled and slashed for dominance
While the third sat quietly as if waiting or perhaps just watching
With great patience for one to fall and it too was evil
In the quiet I saw
The sky shone softly in the ambient light of stars unglimpsed
For Nokomis with her watching eyes held us
As only grandmothers do for having loved and loved her child’s children too
All through the night she held us as we sailed without a sound
Across and over the blue of setted sun somewhere next to here
With the warmth of coals burning nowhere save inside
In the quiet I saw
In the quiet I saw five souls glimmering
In the quiet I saw a war cross one red road
In the quiet I saw the spirits of four ancestors
In the quiet I saw everything, nothing all that I needed
In the darkness of the madodoswun it is dark as pitch
And still, and yet . . .
Before the door whispered to open
I saw in the quiet still
I do not know?
Damp green leaves, Soggy yellow trees
amidst a showery grey mist.
No sky above, no horizon In sight.
Not a trace of a bird in flight.
This could be frightful, yet to me the
anticipation is Pure delightful.
It's Knowing that the mist Will clear.
Our sun is Out there, think it's time to
say a prayer.
The sun goes down, sunny side up.
My thoughts, shallow and unrefined delight in their new found depth.
The moon begins to bloom. Numbered stars take
their place in the countless skies.
There is a serenity I have received that I cannot change. It is a different kind of wisdom. It knows the difference.
God Rocks. Jesus Rolls
The train roars. Time Rumbles.
Night awakes. Rested and well fed it stretches into the light.
Shade delights in its own conception. Newborn shadows, suckle on the night.
Temptation seizes me. Prayer returns the volley.
Ice cubes skinny dip in glasses. They sit at a chair less table.
Painted walls procrastinate at the corner.
Skipped beats gather at the heart.
Motes conspire to dust.
A slick polished thought gets waxed.
Outside a lazy droopy wind falls to the ground.
Rain gathers in trees.
A rainbow shatters the sky.
Dawn breaks, broke.
The sun also rises. Over easy.
Was it better then, when I was a kid
Looking back at all the things we did
Did the sun shine brighter every day
Was it easier to find your way
Transistor radio by your ear
Roger Maris having a banner year
Delivering newspapers in a canvas bag
Running in the street, playing tag
Dances at the school on Friday night
Laws were written in black and white
They had moral standards on TV
And we blessed ourselves for all to see
We said Under God and crossed our heart
We couldn't wait for school to start
We played with a sponge ball and a fist
With Chubby Checker we did the twist
It was family values that we learned
A sense of pride in what we earned
We said a prayer when day was done
It was fun and sun in '61.
The sun is now setting
On another long day
Another prayer comes up to you
To help me find my way
These prayers I pray
Are not just for me
It is for my family
For which I plea
I want for my children
To have a good life
And for my husband
To have a good wife
I hope that you're listening
Though your ears must be tired
I know you've heard my prayers alot
But to me my needs are dire
So I will wake up in the morning
As the sun comes into view
Another day will begin
Another prayer comes up to you