Walk with me I am leaving and know not the direction the spirits lead me
I hear the call the cry of the winds The whispering of the flowers as they emerge to fullness The aged moaning of the trees as they sing to me and I wander Hoping to follow the voice that lives in my heart
The trip has been long I am tired yet filled with hope I am sad yet delirious with joy I am worn and yet refreshed anew in the walking Come with me
When we return there will be cornmeal and honey made by the hands of many to greet us even when we are not hungry in their giving of all that they have they speak love of us Sit with me
When we sleep there will be dreams to guide us in the morn of our lives speaking of the evenings we have known and in our dreaming we will see our way Be with me
We will discover meaning
Sbec February 2000
Created in the Joy of Sharing February 2000 Redesigned August 2001 Design by Sbec Thank you for visiting Enjoy...and come again.
Thank you for respecting the original work found on the Woven Ones Sungmanitutanka Sape and Sbec
