Wakan-Tanka's Talk
Wakan Tanka talks with me
Through the 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 flight 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.
~Kenneth Meadows 1988
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