Tuesday, April 26, 2011

THE POWER OF THE LAND

In every Nation, in every Clan
The Elders to a person,
Whether women or a man,
Shared a common truth,
One truth to understand,
That the spirit of the people
is equal
To the Power of The Land.
The mother of us all
The sacred Mother Earth,
Is constant in her giving,
And perpetual in her birth,
In meadows and in fields,
Where weeds and flowers grow,
She conceives the summer showers,
And spawns the winter snows.
In forests and in mountains,
She gives the birds that fly,
Every type of wing,
Then coaxes the wind to join,
In harmony when they begin to sing.
In brooks and streams,
And rivers as they flow,
She generates the dreams,
And makes the fires glow.
And in every creature,
Large and small,
She buries gems,
Of wisdom in them all,
And those that honour,
Her creations,
And acknowledge her grand design,
Are given the templates,
Of the sacred
And the patterns of the divine.
And then the certain knowledge,
This to understand
That the spirit of the people
is equal
To the Power of The Land.

…Duke Redbird