Birds Sing
Little Birds
Where goes the day speaks the night; cast the stars from heaven~ Yea, a spark of hope to guide until the dawn
I see! In a distance, a horizon
Another night will eventually come—the finale of life become
That I rest to sleep beneath the ground or ashes rise in the air abound
Breeze
That light may find me
Paradise
Shall He carry me?
For I cannot walk ...
Spirit Oh, comfort
In this dark unrest
And The days never to know what they shall bring
Trust
At dusk we sing!!!
(2014)
Re valance between Christianity and Native American Spirituality.
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