Native American Spirituality

Spirit Dancer · 02-12-2010, 11:06 AM

Wounded Knee
ODE TO WOUNDED KNEE
It is silent tonight, the moon is red
filled with the blood of the dead.
The innocents are gone, the heart beats not
The Soul is not filled with dread.

The Soul flies high, on Eagle's wings
The Hawk is screeching its song.
The field below is a bloody view
For the buzzards to feed on our own.

But we are not gone, our song still sings
In the mouths of the People left.
And as long as that song sings loud a clear
The Hoop will not be bereft.

Doris RiverBird Woman
Turtle Clan
Eastern Lenape Nation

02-12-2010, 11:06 AM	#11
Spirit Dancer Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Complex but Tender Preferred Pronoun?: ~Ma`am~ Relationship Status: Shotgun Rider Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Following the red road Posts: 4,519 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 9,304 Thanked 12,909 Times in 3,466 Posts Rep Power: 21474856	Wounded Knee ODE TO WOUNDED KNEE It is silent tonight, the moon is red filled with the blood of the dead. The innocents are gone, the heart beats not The Soul is not filled with dread. The Soul flies high, on Eagle's wings The Hawk is screeching its song. The field below is a bloody view For the buzzards to feed on our own. But we are not gone, our song still sings In the mouths of the People left. And as long as that song sings loud a clear The Hoop will not be bereft. Doris RiverBird Woman Turtle Clan Eastern Lenape Nation __________________ “For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.” Judy Garland

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