Be Still And Listen
~Marge Tindal~ 2000

I am quiet so that the Spirits
can enter and call my name.
I listen as they speak
I hold no thought of shame.

They come to me in the silence
of the meditation by the fire.
I open myself to the teachings
and they fill my soul with desire.

The Spirits come to tell me
things I could not know.
Of legends before my time
and where the Spirits go.

They talk of the souls of the departed
sitting at the Wise Council in the sky.
They tell of the coming again
of things we thought had passed us by.

The return of the buffalo on the plains,
the return of the water so pure,
they tell of the peace among the men
who know the land so sure.

Of hearts in the mending,
of peace among us all.
Of great men still standing
long after the fall.

Returning to a time
where there was abundance in the land.
And the land was shared by all
before it left our hands.

No matter what your Native American heritage,
you have Spirits of your tribe
reaching out to tell you of the legends.
Be still and listen ... with pride.


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