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eaglebld.gif (1201 bytes) Bashima

Perched upon a fencepost
in the solitude of the countryside.
Your eyes a black vastness,
the wisdom you hold inside.
Your voice echoes across the hills,
then you spread your wings to the sky.

Legend says you are Bashima
The bird of freedom and wondrous flight.
What knowledge have you to offer
as you soar through the moonlit night?

The wind swept the trees
and your brightness had shown.
Then over them you flew
to the place I call home.
In the silent sound of your hues,
you called to me of thngs unknown.

Legend says you are Bashima
The bird of freedom and wondrous flight.
What knowledge have you to offer,
as you soar through the moonlit night?

The Earth is your mother.
The Wind is your friend.
I pray you go safely,
to where you journey comes to end.

Brenda M. Sizer -

tipi.gif (1177 bytes) Native American Prayer

We ask for strength and you give us
difficulties which make us strong.
We ask for wisdom and you send us
problems and the solutions develop wisdom.
We plead for prosperity and you give us
brain and brawn with which to work.
We plead for courage and you give us
dangers and obstacles to overcome.
We ask for favors and you give us
the space to develop opportunities.
THEREFORE GREAT SPIRIT GOD
We ask you to bless and assist us
according to your desire and Will.

Author unknown

A Pebble

Drop a pebble in the water: just a splash, and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Spreading, spreading from the center, flowing on out to the sea.
And there is no way of telling where the end is going to be.

Drop a pebble in the water: in a minute you forget,
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And those little waves a-flowing to a great big wave have grown;
You've disturbed a mighty river just by dropping in a stone.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on.
They keep spreading, spreading, spreading from the center as they go,
And there is no way to stop them, once you've started them to flow.

Drop an unkind word, or careless: in a minute you forget;
But there's little waves a-flowing, and there's ripples circling yet,
And perhaps in some sad heart a mighty wave of tears you've stirred,
And disturbed a life was happy ere you dropped that unkind word.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: just a flash and it is gone;
But there's half-a-hundred ripples circling on and on and on,
Bearing hope and joy and comfort on each splashing, dashing wave
Till you wouldn't believe the volume of the one kind word you gave.

Drop a word of cheer and kindness: in a minute you forget;
But there's gladness still a-swelling, and there's joy circling yet,
And you've rolled a wave of comfort whose sweet music can be heard
Over miles and miles of water just by dropping one kind word.

-- James W. Foley

 

An Outstretched Hand


Each of us was made by God
and some of us grew tall.
Others stood out in the wind
their branches bent and fell.
Those of us who walk in light
must help the ones in darkness up.
For that's what life is all about
and love is all there is to life.


Each of us was made by God
beautiful in his mind's eye.
Those of us that turned out sound
should look across our shoulders once
and help the weak ones to their feet.
It only takes an outstretched hand...


AUTHOR: ROD McKUEN

 

 

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