this may or not come out as poetry but i feel like i will be out of balance until i get these words out because of events and a fallen warrior i met yesterday.

 

Great Spirit and the Maker of all Life,

Hear my prayer, hear it with understanding and clarity.

I have met a fallen warrior whose talons were his Knife,

I sent his spirit before his council, let them recieve him happily.

 

Let him take his place at the council fire,

Be it known to them all his sacrafice will be honored

i offer You now tobacco and send him higher,

and know because of the gifts he left he will be forever remembered.

 

He was a warrior's bird of the air,

His passing brings me despair.

For i knew him for but a breif moment on this plane,

that is what causes this pain.

 

I thank you for this meeting of this winged one,

I know he is one of the children of the sun,

I thank you for hearing my prayer,

let my heart no longer be in despair,

I thank you

I thank you

 

Written and said as a prayer for the red-tailed hawk i met yesterday morning before going to a pow wow and later found fallen on the roadway, senselessly slaughtered by a vehicle.he gave me message of a good gathering and enjoyment being amongst the peoples of the Munsee Delaware Nation.

Greg Hoffert also known as sevenbearswalking 5-7-07