Spirit Mountain
" Anonymous"
A soul searches for a place of belonging,
A place where love and direction are found,
in the whispers when the great winds sing,
I have found such a place where all answers are given,
Because the voice you hear comes from the creator in heaven.
But my brother & sister look deep and you will see,
The sacred journey is a gift, given free.
The greatest gift you have is love,
This gift is always present;
it even falls from the wings of the dove,
The colors of man - black - red - yellow - white,
Are always seen when the owl - hawk - and the great eagle are in flight,
The songs are sung when the drum makes its sound,
When the sacred circle is made
while we stand on sacred ground.
Our prayers lift up - up high in the sky,
A journey of the soul is sacred and holy tears flow
gently from the eye,
The sacredness of the mountain is for all too see,
Because of white mans greed
the rainbow is chained it is not free.
The sacred journey reaches out to the soul in need,
Mans chains are taken away and the soul is freed,
Look unto the mountain and the creator on high,
Open your heart open your eye,
The truth of this journey - will always stand;
We are there for all - reach out - take hold of our hand.
GjenopprettetMedlem
