Grandfather is about to lift indigenous peoples of the earth up again. IF they will only believe in themselves and return to His Spirit teachings. We each have a purpose to fulfill our spirit destinies. I pray that all we do, will touch and uplift Native peoples, that have been crushed so deeply - Linda
Voices in the Wind
The beautiful picture above was especially designed for me on my Birthday by Inger, a dear webmistress friend in Sweden.
The extermination of the Native American population was ordered. About 300,000 soldiers & as many as 2 million southerners died to free the blacks in this country, even though originally plans were to send them back to Africa. The recent shooting of unarmed 17 year old Trayvon Martin is very troubling. Our youth aren't safe walking down the street. Having to look back is painful so maybe it's a good time to start looking forward. Treat ALL men as brothers. Are you leaving this world a better place than you found it? As the song
Love Can Build A Bridge by the Judds goes it all begins with you & me.
Love & respect others, they are on the same journey you are.
End of Day
Hear my prayer great Creator
With no thought of greed or foolishness
I stand before you with humble heart
Weary arms and hands held high
Welcome your sweet spirit into my day
All my being weeps once more
that may your wayward children
cry out your sacred name in reverence
As cruel darkness devours our world
we begin the Trail of Tears anew
days foretold in ages long past forgotten
unheeded by countless generations
Once again comes the stench of death
crushing darkness stands at our door
we are blinded without your touch
May your hand direct my spirit pathway
sacred spirit to guide my grieving soul
Spirit heart to believe the best in mankind
praying for the evil doers with YOUR love
that your righteousness may return again.
© Falling Light
Perhaps not Broken at all
I bow before the awesomeness of our Creator
so great yet blindly and foolishly denied
Our spirit weeps as we burst with pride
as shame covers selfishness and greed
One may feel born out of their time
yet all that we are lives within
Creation claws at my flesh crying out
remember us for we each have lived
I have held Humming Birds in my hand
Known the power of life and death
Felt the helplessness going before in a fall
yet knowing strength of His sheltering arms
have walked high and low with blind eyes
yet beheld the light of wisdom in darkness
Stood in woodlands with mute ears
yet hearing the heartbeat of all created
One may deny powers so great a love
yet it does not change that which is
We are given broken pieces to remind
if not for His grace they could be me.
© Falling Light
Red Spirit Lost in White
I have seen steam trains puff into the sunset, beheld mankind rocket toward the stars
Drawing strength from Grandfather's touch, sharing with those who will not honor Him.
I chose to walk a pathway seemingly alone for this spirit life as it should be lived.
A youth walking meadows and cool woodlands I looked upon devastation of Mother Earth,
Yet gifts of sight.....behold untold glory in flowers, sound to hear.....wind rustling through the trees
touch to feel..... the breath of God upon my skin, an open heart..... to welcome His loving voice.
Having labored through countless hours I have felt the harsh breath of greed
cried under the weight of self made shame, my heart longing for a heritage lost.
I search for fragments of long ago in those who yet walk the Red Road.
© Falling Light
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The Seventh Generation
Sacred voice, your blood grandfather calls, behold the seventh generation now lives.
Heavens open spirits come alive once more - do you hear, can you not see?
Hands about to shake the world awake, long have tears fallen on dust of countless souls
Since days of youth I have believed His words, now full with age and wisdom I clearly see
Consuming age of desolation and retaliation, righteous lives crushed and families shattered.
Weeping heard as loud wailing, once more all mankind with force are brought to their knees
Some not to praise but to worship the evil one, wolves crying peace while eating the sheep
Change to all that directs our character, pull down teachings of sacred moral fiber.
Replace righteous ways that build our strength - render us blind to coming wrath of our Creator.
Native words written in stone of ages past, breathe life and ring aloud that we yet live.
Where are the warriors willing to stand to lay down life for that of fellow travelers?
Doing battle before the waves of evil, we must fight as warriors to live eternally.
© Falling Light
