“Do you trust me”? She asks Yes and yes again, What ever comes, I trust you. Out of the great wide open of not knowing and uncertainty the Thunderbird appears opening her heart allowing her prayers to fall upon my open mind into my hands, creating.
Her prayers merge with my prayers and they land where the cranes of peace rest in the meadow of my heart near the lake of still waters where the quiet imaginings create ripples of light that catch my attention.
A soft lapping as the ripples reach the shore, murmuring, Everything’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.
Death comes to those we love, Are you ready? Will you regret? Will you survive? Now is the time To gather your thoughts Now...
What kind of world are we living in When the color of the skin When the choice of worshiping is different And because of...
Troubles all around usWe find a quiet placeWe hold to each otherOur hearts in sanctuaryOur eyes watch the unfurlingTogether
