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My grandfather is the fire
My grandmother is the wind
The Earth is my mother
The Great Spirit is my father
The World stopped at my birth and laid itself at my feet
And I shall swallow the Earth whole when I die
and the Earth and I will be one
Hail The Great Spirit, my father
without him no one could exist because there would be no will to live
Hail The Earth, my mother
without which no food could be grown and so cause the will to live to starve
Hail the wind, my grandmother for she brings loving, life-giving rain
nourishing us as she nourishes our crops
Hail the fire, my grandfather for the light, the warmth, the comfort he brings
without which we be animals, not men
Hail my parent and grandparents without which not I nor you nor anyone else
could have existed
Life gives life which gives unto itself a promise of new life
Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth, the wind, the fire
praise my parents loudly for they are your parents, too
Oh, Great Spirit, giver of my life
please accept this humble offering of prayer this offering of praise
this honest reverence of my love for you.
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An open poem to someone in particular, should she ever find it...and anyone else who might benefit from it...

I always knew...
The clues were there
I always knew
And didn't care

The girlish traits
That you eschew
Were but one clue
I always knew

I tried to say
You brought me joy
Care not the girl
And not the boy

For what I loved
was in your head
And in your heart
But what I said

Was misconstrued
The fault was mine
I ambigued
Without clear line

I could not speak
of how I felt
For will be weak
And courage melt

To bare my soul
Is not my strength
My life as lived
At long arm's length

From all but few
Who understood
My choices made
For greater good

But not a good
T'was good for me
Despite insight
I did not see

The fears we shared
Though differed source
Raised both our walls
Forbade discourse

Two kindred souls
Waylaid by fright
Doomed to pass
As ships at night

You blocked me out
A wall of fear
I did not shout
I held you dear

For who you are,
And not the bin
You seemed to think
I put you in

I just gave up
With feeling sour
Grandma's cat's teeth
Not fit to scour

With chance now passed
Op-por-tune lost
I should have said
Weighed not the cost

We're more alike
Than it may seem
Befriend me now
Help me redeem

What little's left
Of my poor soul
I'll help you too
My only goal

To share a bond
Make us both strong
To help us cope
With days so long

With minds so shut
With words so cruel
Help us survive
Our daily duel

For we're both odd
To normal thought
In dif'ring ways
We're not as ought

We could respect
Our views defined
By stroke of brush
Outside the line

If we but shared
That first divulge
To be unique
To worlds promulge

But things turned out
As ever do
Alone again
I always knew...


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