Whisper n Thunder
                                          The Whisper of Native American stories, the Thunder of stories that demand to be told. 
                                                                                                                                                                  

Poetry n Prose 3

You Should Know…

A phone call was received today

He said he was a new tribal member

“What am I entitled to?”

Those were his first words

What do I get?

It’s what they all say

He was asked, “What’s your name?”

“What’s your enrollment number?”

“Where do you live?”

They gave him the scoop

Including the info on per cap

He asked, “What’s that?”

“How do I get it?”

 

You should know

That our ancestors fought a battle…one of recognition

The White government tried to deny us our existence

You should know

That we continue on with our Traditional ways

They tried to make us Catholics, Presbyterians and Protestants

You should know

That our ceremonies continue

You may sweat, Sundance, dance at the powwow, feast and fast, if you so wish

You should know

That you have a voice

Within this circle as within others around it

You should know

That hunting, fishing and gathering

Is still a way to provide for your family

As it was generations before you

You should know

That my prejudices have always existed

And yours are now just beginning

                      ~ Theresa Blue Sky

Ancestor's of Light

Hey Now,
There's a flurry of activity.

Beings crossing streets,
living lives.
Some only aware of the weather,
others their lack of heat.

A businessman scrambles a palm pilot,
a homeless woman kicks the wheel of
her shopping cart home.

Scurry,scurry

rant and fume
seeking fulfilment in things that cannot last.

For desires, only transiting.

While in quiet rage
in every atom, every cell
In grandest thought
or smallest concept,
The keys to the Universe, yet unfolding
reside awaiting recognition.

The eye sees,
the brain awakens
the mind expands.
Sees a thousand universes within
a trillion emerging lifetimes,
the endless beauty of Life without end.

And in this space
we know the Truth
We Are the Ancestors of Light.

                                         ~ Jeffrey Smith



Raven

The sky is where I fly,
and Raven is my name.
 
Watch out for me
when I come into your realms
oh Creator,
for I am a child
who has seen the darkness
where nobody should be.
 
Have pity on me,
for I have broken my wings
to see the beauty of life.
 
Help me get them back,
so I can again see myself fly,
where all who see me
will be helped by my visions.
 
Creator, help me fly to my destiny,
so i can see beyond the darkness
and become proud again to be me.
 
Where the light will help my spirit,
and my wellness
will become my strength....

              ~ Chris Herodier Snowboy











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