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Chief Yellow Hawk's Prayer

Chief Yellow Hawk

O Great Spirit, Whose voice I hear in the winds,
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me, I come before you, one of your children.
I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes
ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made,
my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you
have taught my people,
the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers,
but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes,
so when life fades as a fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.

 

Sunrise

This poem was recently sent in by George Kunnath

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The sun rises every morning

At the appointed time

It happens every morning

Even when no one sees the rising

It is a spectacular happening

Day after day a beautiful event

I was there one morning

 Watching the beauty of the moment

At the crack of the dawn

In the twilight zone

Feeling the chill in my bone

From the whirling wind of the dawn

The crimson carpet laid wide

Across the eastern spread

Welcoming the royal triumph

Crowing the mountain range

The golden eye peeking through

The crack in the mountain stretch

Rising from the darkened depth

The golden ball floating on the vast expanse

The lone bird’s distant call

Announcing the great event

With a clarion call

The whistle of the passing wind

The chirping of many a bird

Chiming with the surround

Staging the orchestra profound

As I watched the golden globe

With wonder and baited breath

It transformed into rings of colors

Like the chameleon changing colors

The dancing of colors led me forward

As I continued walking ahead

Guiding me with a leading light

Along the damp dusty path

Moist from the winter night

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