~My Moccasins~
My moccasins have left their prints
down so many lovely trails...
The beauty found along those paths
are cherished more than I can tell.
Great Spirit, give my pen the words
to paint the picture well,
for brilliant colored sunsets,
and distant golden hills.
I walk within earth's beauty,
not one stone will I turn,
I've gazed in silent wonder,
down every mile I've burned.
For beauty is in everything,
if we have eyes to see...
the twinkle of a distant star...
the gurgle of a stream...
The brilliance of a harvest moon,
a leaf upon a tree,
The Spirit fills my heart with joy
for what's been shown to me...
My moccasins, I hope, will travel,
down pathways still to come,
My journey is not completed,
I haven't made it home.
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