In the winter of a life
Oft borne by bitter strife
A man ponders who he was.
Battles fought, victories won
Children born, he lost a son
Continued he the cause.
Final thoughts, soon at hand
No new trails span the land,
He waits, he remembers.
“What was I?”, his plaintive plea
“Where eternal shall I be?”
Challenges now but lasting embers.
Spirit adrift in serene repose
New visions emerge as eyes do close
Ghosts of the Plains come to greet.
Two-leggeds and four dispel the mist,
Relations of all that sun hath kissed
Now comes the time, he lived to be.
One with all – Mitakuye Oyasin!
Please help me, my friend,
Have we come to an end?
Has reason deserted our land?
Many fight for the right,
Guaranteed by our laws,
Then deny it to others out of hand.
Please join me, my friend,
Our rights to defend,
Battling this vile new disease.
For Americans, are we all,
Unwilling to face downfall,
Our freedom not built on our knees.
In this age of denial,
Sanity itself is on trial.
Long ruled by deceit,
Moral bonds corrupted by conceit.
Our days pursuing right,
Dark nights in woeful plight.
Age of logic lost,
Defied reason, mortal the cost.
New age soon to begin,
For some cause of chagrin.
But wisdom cries out,
Challenge your doubt.
New bridges to be spanned.
For united we will stand.
Resist all the hate,
Pass thru the new gate.
America will be stronger.
To me, authentic faith is not:
- Knowing I can be a good person.
- Knowing I can help others in need.
- Knowing I can keep my promises.
- Knowing I can overcome when required.
- Knowing I can admit when I am wrong.
No dear ones, authentic faith to me is none of these things.
Hear me when I say, authentic faith is knowing I WILL do all these things and so much more.
“Speak that I may hear you.
Communicate that I may understand you.”