Wakan-Tanka`s Talk

 

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Wakan-Tanka talks with me

through pages of no book

Penned by the thoughts of men

No words, no creed, no dogma

Writes He to bind me to a clan.

 

 

 

In flights of birds that wing their way

To lands beyond my sight

In trees that root and take their time

To grow to their full height

 

 

In flowers whose petals hold

Such fragrance in their clasp

And every single animal

With purpose in its grasp

 

In Sun that rises with each Dawn

To herald a new start

In Moon that holds the ebb and flow

Of tides within her hand

In Venus, Jupiter and Mars

and stars that form His heavenly band

 

 

In everything that breathes

And moves

And crawls

And flows

And stands

Wakan-Tanka talks with me