"The Great Spirit is in all things,
in the air we breathe.
The Great Spirit is
but the Earth is our Mother.
She nourishes us, that which
we put into
she returns to us...."
Big Thunder (Bedagi)
In his worn moccasins and a wrinkled worried
on this hot dry summers night he seeks for rain.
Mother Earth gravely needs to quench her dying
It has been weeks since the last rainfall,
and life begins to slowly wither.
He stokes up the sacred fire.
He pleads through song to The Creator,
to release the Thunderbirds.
For they will surely bring the rain.
He patiently awaits his answer.
Suddenly a loud thundering sound,
interrupts his sacred words of song.
Out from the thunder the torrent rains fall upon
From the Heavens lightning streaks across the
With opened arms he raises them towards the
As the thunder crashes and the lightning
his darkened silhouette kneels in
ŠElizabeth Ann Bushey
January 8, 2006
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