This simple prayer of mine.
When the Sun goes down for it's nighttime sleep;
I chant a simple prayer for my soul to keep.
The children they slumber,
they 're all tucked in;
sealing their eyes while Grandmother Moon and the sparkling
spec's of light move's in.
The Clouds travel from afar,
attempting to shelter the shades of night;
Traveling together on their endless flight.
Crickets lay low while they sing their nightly songs;
the creatures know without their nighttime lullaby;
something is wrong.
The Great Owl turns from left to right and right to left;
passing it's time, garding the night.
replying over and over again,
who goes there, who goes there.
Garding the night.
The spirit of the wind makes it way,
carrying the scent of Sweet Grass.
if once for a moment you sit still,
you can hear the river wave's traveling
and in their travels you may hear their songs;
if only for once you decide to sit still.
And now it's time for me to sleep.
Again I chant this simple prayer of mine,
I seal my eyes and my thoughts grow dim.
And before I know it,
it's morning again.
© Written by: Darlene Whispering Songbird. 04/10/01
It flies high when the breeze is just right. It can come in different forms and show many different colors.It can shelter the light and travel together with grandmother moon at night. I with the milky way in sight see a falling star, can I make a wish, I will try, if not a wish, I will make a promise.A promise for me to keep as my own. A promise to me. For spirit who lies upon heart. my spirit, my heart. my promise. I will pray to the creator for guidance, I will sing my prayers in song. I will seal my eyes and show my self expressions from songs of pray.And yet I have no drum in hand, I hear the heart beat of life. It is the sound of my heart. That is life.That is heart. That is spirit that is promise. Wait shhhhhh is there anybody out there to hear my words? And to sing with me. My words of songs, songs of prayer, prayer for guidance, guidance with hopes of knowledge, wisdom, truth, and oneself, that is life. That is heart, that is spirit, And yes, that is promise. wela'lin
© Written by Darlene Whispering Songbird 03/27/01
Candle light sits in darkness. Head down, hands open wide. pumps facing eyes. deep thoughts, childhood dreams. laughter, cries, safe, alone, struggles easy and hard. the darkness is still, no sound, just thoughts, starring at just the pumps of my hands. Now with my left hand I hold my hand drum and with my right I hold my drum stick. The darkness is still, no sound but one, mind is clear. My heart is beating. so soft, so clear, so loud. so peaceful, my spirit speaks to me. Tells me secrets. What is my secret? Awe that secret is only for me. A joyful secret it is. But I guess it would be wrong if I didn't share this secret. I will give you some hints. Listen, listen to my drum beat and you can hear my secret through the breeze. Listen to my secret, can you hear, so full of life.
© Written By: Darlene Whispering Songbird