| Lost You Are! |
| From the early, hours of dawning, |
| my heart, and mind, struggled with trouble, |
| deep inside, a knowledge growing, |
| of something, waiting for a showing, |
| a gentle feeling, of sadness flowing. |
| Soon, grandmother sun grew weary, |
| setting slowly, into the western horizon, |
| the ancient one, moving with the grace |
| only Elders carry, |
| her face, dimming into scarlet beauty. |
| Small fire, kindled for evening prayer, |
| prayer ties, in grandmother Cedar swaying slightly, |
| my mind, filled with a song, |
| brought by winds, so softly whispered, |
| took me to my knees, shaking. |
| I send my love to you, my children, |
| I rock you, in my hearts own cradle, |
| how I mourn, to see your hurting, |
| how I weep, to hear your wailing, |
| lost you are, in your seeking. |
| The troubles grow, of your own making, |
| so far from truth, you have wandered, |
| your ills, and wars, are devastating, |
| this is not, what Creator, intended for you, |
| you have cut yourselves, from your own roots. |
| Lilting, crying, you keep trying, |
| striving, to fill your empty corners, |
| your spirits restless, hungry, reaching, |
| stop a while, and sing your prayers, |
| what you need, rests within you. |
| In the beginning, you were given, |
| each a place, a land, a reason, |
| taught by Elders, you no longer remember, |
| ancestors, whose bones, now lie hidden, |
| when will you learn, it is this you are seeking? |
| Long ago, and far away, you now deny your spirits rest, |
| travel on, from end to end, |
| you only find, when you go home, |
| take on another's face, and life, |
| it will not heal, your inner strife. |
| Like the standing ones, whose roots run deep, |
| your inner self, has gone to sleep, |
| you have forgotten, all that matters, |
| in hunting riches, to grow fatter, |
| you throw away, what truly matters. |
| Storms grow, and dangers gather, |
| across the lands, |
| the temperatures, are rising, |
| warnings shake you, and you ignore them, |
| while asking why, these things will happen. |
| From your places, you have traveled, |
| thinking, things are better, on the next land, |
| leaving behind, your own self, |
| now, you do not belong anywhere, |
| not here, or there. |
| The drum you hear, is not ours, |
| it is your own past, that is calling, |
| sad children, you have forgotten |
| how to listen, for the difference, |
| you have forgotten, your own music. |
| Swirling clouds, block your minds, |
| determined, to make my ancestors yours, |
| trying to prove, that you belong, |
| in a place, where your spirit is lost, |
| go back child, go back, find your past. |
| Do not, be afraid of what you find, |
| what is there, belongs to you, |
| no more, will you feel despair, |
| no more, screaming need, soul deep, and bone sure |
| that it is here, you should be. |
| Know yourself, know your ancients, |
| they sing a song, that will lift you, |
| no more, will you feel lost, and lonely, |
| no more, will suicide, be your only answer, |
| your own lands, are your anchor. |
| On Turtle Island, spirits battle, |
| driving all, to bloody madness, |
| red, yellow, black, and white, |
| only one, is created from her mud, |
| only one, should roam her shores, |
| all the rest, are spirits lost. |
| Question, question, seek, and dig, |
| the bones you remove, cry out for peace, |
| wrong you are, and wrong you will be, |
| to disturb, what you can never understand, |
| what you seek, is just not here. |
| Wisdom lies, before your eyes, |
| messages, written in stone, and water, |
| Mother Earth herself, is weeping, |
| brother moon, confuses the tides, |
| the four winds, bring only torment. |
| Why, the song whispers; are you not hearing, |
| why, are your eyes so blinded, |
| why, are your ears closed, |
| your heart blocked, from those who know the truth, |
| go home children, seek within. |
| Do not take a song, not your own, |
| there is no pleasure, only pain, |
| from mixing up, Creators plans, |
| there is meanings, in the lands, |
| secrets, you should understand, |
| separated, you have no truth. |
| Return, to where your soul belongs, |
| become connected, to your home, |
| find the lands, where your ancestors lie, |
| the peace you find, will open, |
| both heart, and eyes. |
| The path you follow, leads to nowhere, |
| only confusion of spirit, and heartache, |
| the very bones, of Mother Earth |
| sing the message, to your ears, |
| you know, what I speak is truth. |
| You claim, you do not understand, |
| why we, so hard cling, to the land, |
| you think, in your blindness, you can buy it, |
| control, by owning, what does not belong to you, |
| but your own soul, denies it! |
| Granny |
| © Sheila Williams |
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