SOARING HIGH ABOVE

Soaring high above, Grandfather Eagle cries, as he sees the destruction that covers the earth.....the wounds of our Mother, the death of man.....the death of the animals, the birds and the land.

Once across the mighty plains, the buffalo were free to graze...on prairie grass that once grew high, but man stepped in and made it die.

Greed for the land and dishonor to the Mighty Buffalo....upsetting the balance of the earth, making ourselves as gods, thinking we know better, than the one who is the only Creator.

A people vanished......birds gone forever, waters no longer pure and clean, the once fertile lands, yield so little, the destruction is plain, it's the greed of the People.

The color of the skin does not matter, it's the heart of us that can create or shatter.....the balance of the Sacred Hoop - the Circle of Life - has been broken, by the pain we inflict upon each other.
We have forgotten what is Sacred....making it harder for Grandfather Eagle to soar - up to Creator with prayers on strong wings....the pollution of the earth has blurred Eagle's vision.....he cannot see with clear strong eyes, the people below or Creator high in the skies.

The time has come for the children of the Earth...to come together, let us set aside our minds and live with our hearts and perhaps we will have a chance, to heal our spirits and the land and to make the Sacred Hoop whole again.

© Svhyeyi Aga~Evening Rain
Cherokee
December 2, 2001 1038 pm. est