Whisper n Thunder
The Whisper of Native American stories, the Thunder of stories that demand to be told.
Poetry n Prose
In Concert...
~ David Little Eagle
Whisperings in the Wind
Thunder's powerful concert with dancing Lightning
Gentle rains from Sky - caressing the beautiful face of His beloved Earth...
The Winged-Ones' songs rising to the Morning Star,
and the Owls mysterious song of the night.
I close my eyes and hear...
The sweet sighs of a child in peaceful sleep
the soft cry of a Woman as she wonders, hopes and dreams
the cry of the Warrior defending his loved one and knowing they are safe because he loves.
The Howling of the Wolves as they sing their love songs to Grandmother Moon
The Coyotes' Sacred songs, speaking of the Sacred Mysteries in the night.
I hear these things; a concert of songs too wonderful to describe
songs not heard by hearts too full of emptiness; minds too full of not knowing.
I hear these songs, my nights the stage where they are sung.
My love is the applause that I offer - my tears my request for an encore
I can't get enough.
Whisper to me the sweet notes of your harmony, my beloved ones
I need to hear them...
And I will sing for you
my own offerings of love to you in the nighttime of my soul's seeking.
My waking moments are yours, as well.
Whisperings in the Wind
Thunder's powerful concert with dancing Lightning
Gentle rains from Sky - caressing the beautiful face of His beloved Earth.
My heart is open, and my spirit yearns the songs of beauty
so neglected by the busy, and hated by the unconnected.
I am a bird in the hands of the Great Sacred.
The music I hear, on the instruments of Creation make me fly
I'm on my way to the Concert of oneness with the heart of Creation.
Web Of Prints
If We All Take A Step In Life, We Will Leave Prints On The Earth.
When The Sand Blows, The Rain, Snow and Leaves Fall, Our Prints
Will Not Be Lost. The Creator Deisgned For Nature To Preserve
Them In A Web, To Withold Our Steps. In This Design, It Will Help
Us All Remember, That A Web Is A Gift Of Prints, That Will Carry
Us Into Eternity.
When The Sand Blows, The Rain, Snow and Leaves Fall, Our Prints
Will Not Be Lost. The Creator Deisgned For Nature To Preserve
Them In A Web, To Withold Our Steps. In This Design, It Will Help
Us All Remember, That A Web Is A Gift Of Prints, That Will Carry
Us Into Eternity.
~ Patti Wolf Bass
My Heart
~ Patti W. Bass
When you flew away
You left a hole in my heart
You left a hole in my heart
and I can not sew it up,
Not even with the strongest thread.
It won't heal and
It's dying without you.
You've flown in and out
Too many times and Now
I need you to fly in;
Not even with the strongest thread.
It won't heal and
It's dying without you.
You've flown in and out
Too many times and Now
I need you to fly in;
So forever we can sing.
But only you can choose
Where to rest your wings,
So once again, you have room to
Fly Now, and
If you feel like flying to me
I will love you and let you in.
If you don't come back to stay;
Then Fly, Fly Away.
Fly Long and Far,
Knowing you have
With you,
My Heart.
The Warrior Lost
But only you can choose
Where to rest your wings,
So once again, you have room to
Fly Now, and
If you feel like flying to me
I will love you and let you in.
If you don't come back to stay;
Then Fly, Fly Away.
Fly Long and Far,
Knowing you have
With you,
My Heart.
The Warrior Lost
The woman searched and could not find,
a piece of her, the love and life,
shattered heart she’d left behind.
The warrior loved, who’d won her heart
who’d disappeared into the night.
Where was the love?
What made him part?
The valley of those lost for good
now her home, her dwelling place,
was where she stood.
Forever more to lie in wait,
The warrior’s return,
her truth, her wolf, her only mate.
~ Sherry Rodriquez
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