Our Prayer

                     O' Great Spirit, Whose voice I hear in the 
                                              winds;
                       And whose breath gives life to all the
                                        world, hear me!
                         I am small and weak, I need your
                                  strength and wisdom.
        Let Me Walk In Beauty, and make my eyes ever behold
                              the red and purple sunset. 
                    Make My Hands respect the things you
                                      have made and
                        my ears sharp to hear your voice.
                  Make me Wise so that I may understand
                                       the things you
                                 have taught my people.
                  Let Me Learn the lessons you have hidden
                                in every leaf and rock.
                    I Seek Strength, not to be greater than
                                       my brother,
                   but to fight my greatest enemy ~myself.
                  Make Me Always Ready to come to you
                                    with clean hands
                                    and straight eyes.
                 So When Life Fades, as the fading sunset,
                                          my spirit
                       may come to you without shame.
 











   This thundering message was
   delivered centuries ago by
   Native American Chiefs...

   For all of the Native American
   people, every creature and
   every part of the Earth is
   sacred...

   It was their belief that to
   waste or destroy nature, and
   it's wonders, is to destroy
   life itself...

   There words were not understood
   in their time, now they haunt 
   us. now they have come true, and 
   before it is to late we must
   listen...











                     ~ TODAY'S TRAIL OF TEARS ~


           Oh, what have your greedy hands done
           to this beautiful land under Grandfather's sun
           Mother Earth's heart weeps away...
           at a new trail of tears today ...
           You build towering structures that reach the sky
           yet leave America's starving poor and sick to die ...
           What about the old ones, the elderly
           that no one cares enough to visit or see...
           Where once open fields and forests would meet
           you have now carelessly covered in hard             
           Where once heard echoes of ancestor's drum
           beats.
           Now are car horns and sirens on over crowded streets and                                     concerete.
           The homeless wander the streets at night
           seeking shelter from the cold wind's bite
           The old who are feeble, sick and alone
           uncaringly, placed in an over crowded nursing
           home.
           Mother Earth is choking in a smoggy haze
           Ancestor's spirits cry out for return of old ways...
           When hearts were caring in all that they could see
           Not as hearts today full of indifference and apathy      
           You've destroyed forests of trees,
           Polluted rivers, streams, and now the seas
           You build condominiums to show your wealth
           Yet disregard care of the poor and elderly’s health
           Watch the big rich oil companies
           break nature's balance as they please
           Killing without care and such ease
           destroying the Creatures of the seas
           Industries and transportation continue without 
           care as they recklessly destroy Creator's free clean air...
           Will hearts awaken to a new dawn 
           before the ozone layer and all is gone …
           Ancestor's hearts were full of honor and pride
           Respect for Mother Earth carried inside
           Believing all should be free
           and live with nature in harmony
           You called ancestors savage and renegade,
           but look at the chaos you've made ...
           I ask as friend...
           Where will it all end...
           How long will this new trail of tears continue...
           Corporate America, how much is enough for you?
           How much is needed to sate your greedy heart
           as you tear Mother Earth apart...
           Wipe indifference and apathy away...
           Stop this trail of tears today...
           Grandfather weeps from the skies
           Pleading, stop before Mother Earth dies


            Barbara LaBarbera


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       From an Eagle's View 
       Have you ever wondered what it's like to fly free, to see the world 
       as far as the eye can see. 
       To view the surroundings from high and from low, to hear only the            sound of a distant echo, 
       To float in the air with the wind being your guide, to admire many              rainbows that the trees tend to hide, to see the misty mornings 
       over a beautiful mountaintop, 
       To glide over a flowing river that never seems to stop, to watch the          animals from over a mile away, 
       Or to rise above the treetops that glisten in the day? 
       If you were an eagle you would wonder no more, for it can see                things you have never seen before. 
       Next time you look into the sky of blue, think of what it's like from              an eagle's view. 

                                     © Stacy Smith