Water

Come with me to the edge of the ocean with me
 to walk on this
beach of dull sand
and watch the endless curl of  waves
that dance of the shore
in rolling sounds so fresh and clean
the power of sound
find the words ...sheila
can't find the words
so powerful took my breathe away
words sound
sound  light dancing of the bubbles
cannot describe
p-lease go find it for yourself
yes yes yes
 go find light in the waves
that roll into the beach it is the
best symphony you will ever hear
the grey amidst the dash of light shimmering in the water
the forth and music of each roll the waves dance back and forth
in and out endlessly playing with the beach and you come close
on this grey cold day of December this play of light and  sound
will lift your spirit so far up that you can smile again and sigh
let go and love all of the goodness about being here simply here
can there be a more soothing sound that crash of gentle waves
and gentle waves gray light sun bubbles of light on top of water
splash and surge splash and surge into forever with no  return
you are a bubble in time and a nano second of being nothing
but a dance a wave and light source that sighs and soars now
if you come back tomorrow the sea will be having a rest and
the water will not be dancing apon the beach only today now
you would have missed this sight had you not come down here.
down here to the edge of your breath down here to feel whole.

It is mid december and I am sad

We wait for you Jesus your mother tells me not to cry
She told me a long time ago that men will war forever
Or until they hear the bell of peace inside their holy place
she came to me often in my lonely time and invited me
to put my head on her lap and be comforted by holiness
these tears roll down my cheeks so easy these days wet
sad tears of grief for this world of ours that war and war

I know the wise sage said think only on peace and love
let go fear rage grief and ponder only the peace of life
Turn of  all the sorry faces of  hungry  children who
cry all the television ads for world vision who want cash
so you will never see the poor eat out of garbage dumps
where you can live in peace and not think about them
if only my faith would let me live in blind indifference

No I will go to the refugee camps with  what shall I take
When they live with nothing only the clothes on their back
What shall I take tell me what do they need an one way ticket
Yes I will give them all a ticket  home again to familiarity
If only it were that simple for guns and war is  all the rage
gangsters and hoodlums and silly dressed up dolls empty
Return to us the love and peace we used to know return now

My husband and our house

The place where we have lived day in and day out for many years
Each step a dance in this marriage each step a look in the eye
Who else would see what we see in each other or appreciate
The beauty of all that we do together or alone home sweet home
Where we used to have a couch for others to rest on now we have
Two chairs yours and mine well worn grooves will I cry or you
The fire place the hearth that you mess up not knowing anything
About the heart about the hearth and the ancient knowledge
I love you in the morning and you only know how to get angry
Your left frontal lobe does not work so well you cannot see
What is in front of you and I know only too well frustration
I go and help because love is like that bending willow tree
You do your best and I love when you love me as I love me
I love you when you love you as only I love you forever

Missing native Women in Canada

"Women are the slaves of the world,we make them paint their face and dance" John Lennon (The Beatles) This is a poem I wrote for my sisters.



I went to the tree of life
In the sundance arbor
To pierce for you all
For truth of your death
When the knife went in
My sister Elliott roared
A big mouth wide blood
curdling scream out
A white woman screaming
For the death of red sisters

I gave my blood offering then
I collected deer bones and wrote
these words "To live in hearts we
leave behind is not to die"
I gathered small tuffs of buffalo hair
Tied the hair to bone with yellow ribbon
Hung the bone on my alter for you
I pray everyday that your bones will
sing to us and guide us to where you are