The Dress

"Do you like my dress?" she ask of a passing stranger.
"My mommy made it just for me." she said with a tear in her eye.
"Well, I think it is very pretty, so tell me little one, why are
you crying?"
With a quiver in her voice the little girl answered, "After Mommy
made me this dress, she had to go away."
Well, now," said the lady, "with a little girl like you waiting
for her, I'm sure she will be right back."
"No ma'am, you don't understand," said the child through her
tears, "my Daddy said that she's up there now with Grandfather."
Finally the woman realized what the child meant, and why she was
crying. Kneeling down she gently cradled the child in her arms
and together they cried for the mommy that was gone.
Then suddenly the little girl did something that the
woman thought was a bit strange. She stopped crying, stepped back
from the woman and begin to sing. She sang so softly that it was
almost a whisper. It was the sweetest sound the woman had ever
heard, almost like the song of a very small bird.
After the child stopped singing she explained to the
lady,
"My Mommy used to sing that song to me before she went away, and
she made me promise to sing it whenever I started crying and it
would make me stop. See!" she exclaimed, "It did, and now my eyes
are dry!"
As the woman turned to go the little girl grabbed her
sleeve, "Lady, can you stay just a minute? I want to show you
something"
"Of course," she answered, "what do you want me to see?"
Pointing to a spot on her dress, she said, "Right here
is where my Mommy kissed my dress, and here," pointing to another
spot, "and here is another kiss, and here, and here"
"Mommy said that she put all of those kisses on my dress so that
I would have her kisses for every boo-boo that made me cry."
Then the lady realized that she wasn't just looking at
a dress, no, she was looking at a Mother's way of wrapping her
child in love. The love of a Mother who knew that she was going
away and would not be there to kiss away the hurts that she knew
her daughter would get. So she took all the love she had for her
beautiful little girl and put them into this dress that her child
now so proudly wore. She no longer saw a little girl in a simple
dress, she saw a child wrapped in her Mother's love.
Written by Winters Child
9-28-99

painting by:Jerome Bushyhead

Brother Of The Wind

I feel your presence, oh ancient warrior.
As I cross this land of ours,
and feel the winds on my face.

I sense that you are with me and
that,
we are brothers of the wind.

Seeing our land as I do now,
I can imagine how it appeared to
you.

Leaving me breathless in wonder,
it must have at times done so for you
as well.

Feelings such as this shared,
make us brothers of the wind.

Riding upon your steed of flesh and
blood,
and I upon mine of iron & chrome.

We both experience this domain,
given to us by our Creator.

And together feel a special
appreciation,
understandable only by brothers of the
wind.

You are lucky one of older times,
to have traveled it in the
beginning.

But I am lucky also,
to be traveling near the end.

For we have both loved this land of
ours,
as brothers of the wind.

Alike we are oh ancient warrior,
not only in incidental ways.

For we both knew that we were
caretakers,
not owners of this wonderful home.

And neither will have lived to see it
gone,
but by grace allowed to share it for
awhile,
uniquely as brothers of the wind.

Written By..William Graham Carrington, from one of his wonderful books...

The Night of the Drum

The voice of our people
had been silent too long,
But tonight it spoke
again loud and strong.
As we gathered around it
to sing and to pray
We thanked the Creator
for the wonderful way
that a horrible wrong
had been righted at last.
And we can look forward
to a bright future
undimmed by the past.
The full moon shone through
the trees clear and bright,
As Grandfather smiled down
on our new Drum that night.
As we stood in the circle
our spirits united as one
And we rejoiced in the victory
that had been won.
My eyes filled with tears
and my heart filled with pride,
As I looked at my sisters and brothers
who stood side by side.
And that is how we shall face
whatever may come
Armed with the strength we receive
from the spirit of our new Drum.

September 27, 1999 Marty Soaring Eagle

Who Will Sing My Name

When I see the Eagle no more,
Will you call my name?
When the end of my Path is reached,
Will you sing my name in Prayer?

The Old Ones fade and are no more,
And no one calls thier names.
Our People vanish and come to ashes,
And no one sings the Prayers.

We were once strong and many,
I call the names of those before.
Those who remain have no knowing,
For them I sing my Prayer.

But when I am gone, who follows me,
Who will call my name?
When I have given up my breath,
Who will sing my name in Prayer?
...Author Unknown..

A JOURNEY'S END AT WOUNDED KNEE

The wind blows softly through the grass,
Of yellow, brown and gold.
They sway in Tribute for those lost,
Their mournful stories unfold.
~
The path that leads up to the hill,
Where buried families lay.
Echoes the sounds of horses hoofs,
The ground feels to this day.
The graves-------all still------and yet-----
there's sound,
Of voices through the air.
Those cries you hear------they're not the wind,
Souls asking you to care.
You stand there-------still------as voices cry,
The tears begin to flow.
You feel their pain and sorrow deep,
Great Mystery's name------you call.
~
The Eagles cry from Sacred Sites,
Their screams heard far and wide.
Do not forget-------what happened here!
Lest history tries to hide.
The heart connects with Spirits deep,
To join them in their prayer.
They plead to mend the Circle now,
All Nations -----hands joined-----to care
The Prayer Ties wave with gentle winds,
To join the swaying grass.
All Earth responds with prayers of hope,
For peaceful souls at last..

Author Unknown