Spirit’s Voice

Come my brothers, my sisters
Come all the children of this land
Come sit by my fire as night closes around us
Watch the flames pushing the smoke toward the star lit sky
Feel the hope swelling within as we send our prayers riding the smoke
Smoke the messenger carrying the prayers to the great mystery above

Sit quietly wrapped in the warmth and love of the silence
Hear the crackling of the fire, the sounds of family sharing happiness
The warmth we feel coming from this sharing of love, not the flames of fire
Gaze fully into each other’s eyes, what do you see? What to know in that reflection?
You will see yourself, yourself in the eyes of another, a part of that makes us who we are
Learn the truth, see the reality, hear the wisdom, and know your own connectedness

Close your eyes, and listen to the whispers from the shadows
Creation’s song dancing on the winds as they stir the flames ever higher
Another gift from the mystery, offering so much, all we need do is listen
Open your heart and soul to the words, for only when we listen and learn can we grow
For only with wisdom can the people reach happiness and fulfillment in their lives
Come my brothers, my sisters, share my fire and find hope…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre November 28th, 2008

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Prayer

Oh Great Spirit,
You whose voice I hear in the winds
You whose breath gives life to everyone,
Hear my plea.

I come humbly to you as one of your many children
I am weak, am small; I need your wisdom and your strength.
Let me walk in beauty, rejoicing at the treasures you give each day
Make my eyes ever behold wonders of the gold and red sunsets.

Make my hands always respect the things you have made,
And make my ears sharp so I may ever hear your voice.
Make me wise, so that I may understand what you have taught my people
Wise to heed lessons you have hidden in each leaf, tree, and rock.

I implore you give wisdom and strength,
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy
Myself…

I will be ever ready to come before you with clean hands and a straight eye,
For as life ebbs slowly away, as a fading sunset at end of day
My spirit may return to you without shame…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre August 11th, 2008