I am thankful…For the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes
because that means she is at home & not on the streets.
For the taxes that I pay, because it means that I am employed.
For the mess to clean after a party, because it means
that I have been surrounded by friends.
For the clothes that fit a little too snug, because it
means I have enough to eat.
For my shadow that watches me work, because
it means I am out in the sunshine.
For a lawn that needs mowing, windows that need cleaning,
and gutters that need fixing, because it means I have a home.
For all the complaining I hear about the government,
because it means that we have freedom of speech.
For the parking spot I find at the far end of the parking lot,
because it means I am capable of walking and that I have
been blessed with transportation.
For my huge heating bill, because it means I am warm.
For the lady behind me in church that sings off key,
because it means that I can hear.
For the pile of laundry and ironing, because it
means I have clothes to wear.
For weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day,
because it means I have been capable of working hard.
For the alarm that goes off in the early morning hours,
because it means that I am alive.
And finally…….for too much e-mail, because it means
I have friends who are thinking of me.
My Grandfather is the FireMy 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.
The lightning crashed as her feet hit the floor, her shattered heart was pounding, for it could take no more.
Her screams awoke her babies, who slept soundly in their beds, too upset to hold them, she pushed away instead.
After the morning rain came the October snow and as the fog set in, her heart began to know.
Tho not much like him, she had to mimic her Daddy’s will,
And let a numbness take over, a hollowness for which there was no pill.
So the Baby called Big Sister, who couldn’t even speak, they had to get to Denver, for a funeral that week.
Baby looked to heaven and said a silent prayer, “Mama can you hear me? Is anybody there? Is Big Brother with you? I just don’t understand and I really need somebody to firmly take my hand!”
From heavan to her heart she heard a voice she knew “It’s time to hold their’s baby, it’s time to let them thru!
Your Brothers still beside you and we’ll always be right here, but the rest of the family needs you, to love and hold them near…
God gave you this numbness and the strength to ride out this storm. But it’s up to you to stand together and find a whole new norm.”