Native American Lore Day and Night
A long time ago when I was a little girl
I heard a story told by my family about
a Cherokee tribe who once believed it
would be better if there never was night.
The great creator heard their mournful plea
and took away the night and now day time
it would forever be. Soon the heat took its
toll and plants from the heat did not want to
grow.
Once again the tribe asked for relief but this time
of the light and spoke out loud to the creator for it
to be always night.
Darkness came upon them and still plants would
not grow. Warmth had disappeared and it was
always cold. Never a warm sunrise to meet and
little by little, nothing left to eat.
Once again the tribe spoke to the creator and asked
for the day and the night to be as it should. The weather
became more pleasant and gardens started to grow. Hunting
was good so there was always food to show.
The tribe thanked the creator for making every thing good
and they forever lived in gratitude for the blessings of this world.
I heard those who passed away during these times of change
the creator placed their souls in a new creation called
the cedar tree. They are now protectors of this tribal family.
So if ever in the forest and you smell a cedar near, know your in
the presence of those who lived long ago here.
The loss of perfection is hard to comprehend until it no longer
brings to one a fruitful end.
Now do I believe that this story is true? Well they say a piece of cedar
tree holds powerful medicine for protection. I still have a small piece
I have carried since I was 11.
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