Song for a Wolfchild
by Zettel
Posted: 16 March 2005 Word Count: 91 Summary: Prompted by hearing for the first time 2 extraordinary old vinyl LP's by Native American singer Dr Buffy Sainte Marie (Wolfchild). The first stanza is an old Indian saying. Wish it were mine. |
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Song
Song is the breath
of the spirit
that consecrates
the act of life
Ancient voices
touch our hearts
to beat in time
with eternity
Wise spirits
call our minds
to contemplate
present beauty
Eagles cry
as blossom falls
seeking the earth
and rebirth
Through the singer
the past whispers
to all souls
that love life
Music in the air
seeds the wind
that calls us
to remembrance
The singer hears
the artist sees
timelessness
in present things
All must pass
and we must learn
acceptance
is our love
Zettel 2005
Song is the breath
of the spirit
that consecrates
the act of life
Ancient voices
touch our hearts
to beat in time
with eternity
Wise spirits
call our minds
to contemplate
present beauty
Eagles cry
as blossom falls
seeking the earth
and rebirth
Through the singer
the past whispers
to all souls
that love life
Music in the air
seeds the wind
that calls us
to remembrance
The singer hears
the artist sees
timelessness
in present things
All must pass
and we must learn
acceptance
is our love
Zettel 2005
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