Song Of My People

 

 

To the roof of the world… the mighty eagle flies

Silently watching the Earth down below

They fly mile after mile, day after day

Their solemn spirits soaring in Heavenly skies

 

From all the forests, from all of the plains

From all the mountains high above

Discarding sacred bones beneath the dust

They see people leave their Earthly stains

 

We stand steadfast and strong to let people know

As we walk the trails of many tears

From deep within,  our sacred fires burn

Always remembering what our Shamans foretold

 

Built in stony cliffs and hills beneath Earthly skies

The modern world cannot foretell

All the thousands of legends left untold

In desolate ruins - enshrined mysteries lie

 

Immortal, sacred images inscribed in stone were cast

Held firm by rocks and boulders - left alone

Proclaiming  years of hallowed history

Spirit messages and figures,  carved from ancient pasts

 

One day...the roar of drum beats will soon be heard

The four winds will lend their mighty ears

While the winged ones rejoice and soar above

Remembering the past… and the hardships endured

 

            There within lies the dawning of new light

Then...

All the ancient mysteries will be revealed

~

 anne p murray -2012