Reply to "A Native American Indian Prayer"

Welcome Tannie,

Nice to see you on Givnology. Sandy started a wonderful thread.
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Poem by: Nancy Wood


The Wild Woman's Lullaby

Wild woman of the mountains, running barefoot through the grass
of summer, your raven hair braided with sunlight,
and a touch of mischief in your eyes, sing a song
of freedom to the dark skies of isolation:

"I am a bluebird's wing, the voice of fire rising higher
than the cloud point of summer rain. I am the
footstep you hear in darkness, leading you out of the
night. I am forgiveness and creation's daughter."

Wild woman of the mountains, swimming upriver
against the current, your body covered with leaves,
the blood of otters flowing in your strong arms,
sing a lullaby to children yet unborn:

"I am mother to the whole earth, daughter to the
falling sky, sister to dreams of rising beyond
life's ordinary claims. I am you inside of me. I ask:
'Oh, children of the coming generation, how will you live?
Oh, children of war and famine, what will you do for laughter?'"

Only those who hear the voice of the mountain
can sing the wild woman's lullaby. Only those who run
barefoot through grass, and swim upriver, can know
the message in her heart.