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

The Promise

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

Showering Clouds at day and night.

Clouds travel from afar, showering drops falling, parading across through time from the rising of Grandfather Sun, to the night light of Grandmother Moon. Both are sheltered with it's natures way, yet I can still feel their energy. In day imagine the Great Bald Eagle making it's way above the shower and within the mass of blue sky. and at night I can almost hear the snapping sparks of ever star on their endless flight. Above the Showering Clouds is as clear and below is where Mother Earth is bathing. While the Showering Clouds parade their trail, some Creatures head for shelter and some remain in their game. Showering Clouds during day. Snapping sparks at night, Good Night.

© Written By: Darlene Whispering Songbird.

That Breezing Touch of Life.

Sealed eyes. catching some time to rest. Breath of air, A breezing touch of life. Fields of tall grass, my body grows limp. Sky so blue, Grandmother Moon her lantern is out and Grandfather Sun is making his rounds. The Clouds, oh what a beautiful sight; They travel together, seldom alone; they create beautiful shapes and forms; never the same. I hear laughter, children laughing while playing their never ending games. Children so pure. their hearts are new and very rich. No worries should cross their mind. On a park bench near by, there sits their Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother. So quiet yet they smile. deep thoughts of their treasures, Treasures of play, Treasures of games, And Treasures of no worries crossing their mind. They are grateful, Grateful to know, Grateful to be and Great to be gifted their time. Oh look, there it is again, that breezing touch of life. Our Grandparents stand so tall with the beautiful blue sky, Clouds traveling from afar. Children playing their games and Great Grandparents with their Treasures. And yet it's never the same.

© Written By: Darlene Whispering Songbird.

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