Okay, I know You’re around. No need for me to worry or to seek or to sing psalms. You’re around. Don’t get all poetic on me about You being reflected in everything I see. Or that You dwell in every … Continue reading
’twas a sad time what with the animals dying and the children sick and the full moon waning. . The fields were laid to rest and Even the prata were frozen well below the ground. . The Good Folk … Continue reading
The international conference on the climate is being held in Lima, Peru. This poem is by Black Elk. Hey! Lean to hear my feeble voice. At the center of the sacred hoop You have said that I … Continue reading
