Cry in the Night

As I sit in my room the sun has gone low. In the darkness is a cry in the night from below. It calls to me while searching for light, yet there is so much pain and so much fright.

Not in my head do I hear this cry, but from far away it asks for my help from where it lies. I do not recognize the voice or from what direction it groans, but it can't be ignored with its weeping moans.

A cry of remorse or of guilt in the wind, it flows through my spirit from where it has been. Give me your strength it asks of me, for it can no longer stand on the path that it sees.

I will give you my strength if that's what you need, so this cry in the night will no longer bleed. Come with me I will show the way, and there by the light you always stay.

Let us sit by the fire and pray to the stars, and humbly ask that they will remove all our scars.

StrongBearRedHeart ©2000

Wind and Sand

It will push from behind, or push you from the side. It will even meet you head on to stop from going forward. We can not see this spirit that has so much power over us, yet we know that it’s there. The sand moves from beneath our feet and slips away like the tide of the ocean. We stumble and fall, our face in the sand. No longer can we see, our sight blurred for our anger of the wind. Do not lay there and weep.

Stand up and let the wind blow away the sand from your face. Now release yourself to this spirit; let it take you where it will. The wind will guide you on the right path.

“Struggles do not happen to us, they happen for us.”

StrongBearRedHeart © 2001

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