Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comAnswers of Peace
~ Dawn Karima
For Duane Brayboy and Daniel Judge
In Solstice, I tell you a story.
A singing Stomp Dance story.
In the Dawn Hours,
the Panthers dance,
shake shells in their claws
into earth and prayers
of stars and water and land.
Last,
We sing of fire.
In Solstice, I tell you a story.
A moonlit medicine story.
In the Dark Hours,
the Bears dance,
build fires and chant
while you pray,
Say
all of the Great Names of a Good God,
shod in Smoke Dance songs.
In Solstice, I tell you a story.
A healing redemption story.
In the New Hours,
the shining of stars
carves through the smoke of sage,
Lays
an offering of rain in the talons of hawks,
who remind us to honor our ways.
Tuscarora Migration
~ Dr Dawn Karima
For Duane Brayboy
As they make haste toward the end of days,
The ache of
Revelation,
This time the heart weighs,
measured in lucre and found wanting.
Scrolls the angels long to look into,
Ballots the prophets wish they knew,
A murder of crows in the stained glass windows,
Show
You must go.
Do Justice,
Love Mercy,
Walk humbly,
See God.
Long Days
~ Cloud Dancer
My days are so long
I shift from chair to chair
Inside to outside
Outside to within
Overcome with worry
Overcome with fear
Hearing no answers
Desperate and despondent
Trying to keep myself above water
Praying for things to remedy
The hardest lesson he’s had to learn
The deepest rock bottom where so much was lost
In a twist of fate
Will this be enough to make the chaos stop
Will he take the time for inward reflection
Will he recognize and take responsibility for his choices?
This could be such a profound new beginning
Or not
My days are so long
I shift from chair to chair
Outside to inside
Inside to
Unknown.
Visitors
~ Orannhawk
searching
for
the elusive
answers
perhaps
elixirs
a
potion
tincture
a
feather
to
ease
the onslaught
spiraling
inside
they
came
whispering
reminding
consoling
hawk
crows
cardinals
spiders
and
squirrels
a raccoon
and a fox
tiny town
birds
whispering
holding
space
holding
the
sacred
winds
carry
whispers
in cigar
smoke
a promise
to hold
to remember
to trust
you
are
not
alone
we
remember.