SMOKE ON THE WIND

TALKING

 

In my sleep I sometimes utter words when awake I don’t understand. I do know, however, that they are from a time and place when peace was a way of life throughout this land.

Black, Red, Yellow or White – all lived in harmony, and knew they were loved.

Although I don’t understand the words of my sleepy language, I dream of the day when we will all awake and know Peace and Love throughout the land.

 

(from “Rhythm of the Drum”)

 

Rev. Thomas Dancing Feather Ebbing

The Waynedale News Staff
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