Traveling spirit, spread calm. Traveling spirit, bring wonder. Traveling spirit, settle down.
Traveling spirit, from Heavens to earth, blue to blue, sky to water, become…
mending stone sharon duerst author
Quirky Enthusiast Of Things Creative, Beautiful, And Good
Traveling spirit, spread calm. Traveling spirit, bring wonder. Traveling spirit, settle down.
Traveling spirit, from Heavens to earth, blue to blue, sky to water, become…
Here And Now
I am not Native
But I feel the pain, hear anguished cries on the river, wind carrying sins of ancestors: mine of timber cutters and millers and growers of wheat
White men and women of European descent following their own calls for survival, And all the while, damage and death being done to the land and the people who came before.
What is to be done now with this, grandchildren?
Are we killing Mother Earth, Father Sky?
Will their stories pass away, no longer whispered in seeded hopes rising in ground and air and hearts we have poisoned?
How can we take steps forward on this common land?
Each day
Begin again
Like new light on water
Every moment changing
But ever present
Ever present light like hope
May you see it
May you feel it
May you be it
May we all be it
Going forward
Each new day made anew for good works