Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
No more, I cried: my soul is weary, no more of this fruitless journey, empty heart and spirit nothing left to give the children. Head in hand and shoulders bowed, body trembling pushed beyond the mortal limits, all the world is closing in and spinning.
Empty, no music left, no sound of singing, no drum beat to bring the healing, no flute whispering to the four winds, no connection for my spirit.
Creator, lift me to a place of resting; Mother Earth enclose me; Father Sky wash me.
Where are the waters for my troubles? Dawn this day brings no joy, the prayers are locked away, somewhere deep inside there is a screaming voice: I hear it.
Drained beyond all caring, reaching out to nothing, grey fog surrounds never rising from the ground, just the sticky web of life. Where are the dreams of a new tomorrow? Why this deepening sorrow? Where has gone the laughter? Will there be no healing? There are no answers to the questions, no bringing together mankind: the differences are too great; they do not realize it is too late.
As I watch the world is dying, eyes are blind and will not see, ears are closed there is no pity, minds are closed to new ideas.
The Circle nears the ending, what once was will be again, sadness wells like tear drops, they were warned but would not hear it.
Darkness forms behind us, starlight glows above, Grandmother Sun grows hotter; soon many will see the waters reclaim what is their own.
A shaking comes to wake us, mountains split and weeping, claiming lives within as their due, what was taken must be returned.
Will they listen? Oh, no – though they watch it unfold, truth they will never accept, until disaster bites down, they dance on.
I choke on tears un-cried, prayers stuck deep down inside, I feel my heart will explode, I cannot reach them I tried, oh, grandmother how I tried!
©Copyright September 13, 2007 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud