Poems on nature
Loves Her Children.
We are all related.
From the Finned
To the Feathered,
From the Legged
To the Rooted,
Creepers and Crawlers,
We are all Her children.
We are all related.
The Weak and the Strong.
The Rich and the Poor.
The Young and the Old.
Swift and Slow.
We Love and Hate, Joy and Pain,
Life and Death,
We are all related.
Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow,
Here and There,
You and Me,
We are all Related.
We are all Her Children...
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The Earth is Our Mother
This is not a prayer, but words to live by!
Every part of the earth is sacred to my people.
Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark
woods, every clearing and humming insect is holy in the memory and
experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries
the memories of the red man.
...We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
The perfumed flowers are our sisters; the deer, the horse, the great
eagle, these are our brothers.
The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony,
and man---all belong to the same family.
...The shiny water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water
but the blood of our ancestors.
...The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry
our canoes, and feed our children.
...The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same
breath---the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath.
...You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the
ashes of your grandfathers. So that they will respect the land, tell your
children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin.
Teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is
Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons of the earth.
...Where is the thicket? Gone.
...Where is the eagle? Gone
The end of living and the beginning of survival.
“Deer, I am sorry
to hurt you, but the
people are hungry.”
This covers it all, the Earth and the Most
High Power whose ways are beautiful.
All is beautiful before me,
All is beautiful behind me,
All is beautiful above me,
All is beautiful around me.
A poem on children
Our children are like flowers to us.
Each one different.
Each one beautiful.
Each one growing strong with us.
Our children are like stars to us.
Each one sparkles.
Each one moves through the universe.
Each one closer to the heart of us.
Our children are like life to us.
Each one precious.
Each one unpredictable.
Each one having to let go of us.
A poem on history
"When the first Europeans arrived,
Columbus and his crew, he came and
called us Indians, because of the
obvious reasons, he thought he was lost
in India. But what did we call
ourselves before Columbus came? Thats the
question so often asked. And the
thing is in every single tribe, even today,
when you translate the word we each
had ourselves, without knowledge of each
other, it was always something that
translated to basically the same thing.
In our language it's Ninuog, or
the people, the human beings. Thats what
we called ourselves. So when the
pilgrims arrived here, we knew who we were,
but we didn't know who they
were. So we called them Awaunageesuck,or the
strangers, because they were the
ones who were alien, they were the ones we
didn't know, but we knew each other
and we were the human beings..."
A poem on death
"Do not stand at my grave and weep:
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the mornings hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush of,
quiet birds circled flight.
I am the soft stars
that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry:
I am not there. I did not die."
An Indian Prayer
Oh Great Spirit,
whose voice I hear in the wind,
and whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear my prayer.
Let me walk in beauty through all my days.
May my eyes see sunrise freshness,
and sunset glory.
Make my hands respect the things you have made,
and my ear sharp to hear your many voices.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
Make me wise, that I may learn the lessons you teach my people,
the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be superior to my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Oh Great Spirit, hear me.
Make me ready.
So when life fades to a last sunset,
my spirit will come to you without shame.
To the four powers of Creation,
To the Grandfather Sun,
To the Grandmother Moon,
To the Mother Earth,
And to my ancestors.
I pray for my relations in Nature,
All those who walk, crawl, fly, and swim,
Seen and unseen,
To the good spirits that
exist in every part of Creation.
I ask that you bless our
elders and children and families and friends,
And the brothers and sisters in prison.
I pray for the ones who are
sick on drugs and alcohol
And for those homeless and forlorn.
I also pray for peace
among the four races of humankind.
May there be good health
and healing for this Earth,
May there be Beauty above me,
May there be Beauty below me,
May there be Beauty in me,
May there be Beauty around me.
I ask that this world be filled
with Peace, Love and Beauty.