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On Wings of Spirit

The Lodge of Mother Earth

Deep within the dark healing womb of Mother Earth
A voice rises up in song.
The voice of the one who has been given a great gift,
The voice of one so young.

A cry for some guidance, a plea for much strength,
A vocal word of thanks.
An ancient greeting in a more ancient tongue,
And a sacred rattle shakes.

In this timeless place a needed healing now begins,
Full of cleansing power.
The darkness is a home that is remembered from long ago,
The voices cry out louder.

Above the round lodge a soaring hawk sounds his loud cry,
He knows what goes on.
The Great Spirit has sent him to give them his greeting,
And signal the coming of dawn.

The great healing medicine continues long in the night,
And visions are seen as well.
Some cry out tears with the healing, some sing of their joy,
All learn but never tell.

Far away the Star Nation people watch and smile their approval,
They have seen many enter the lodges.
One day we shall meet this Nation and welcome our Brothers here,
And they shall enter our lodges.

The animals that come to visit outside the sacred circle
Come with respect deep inside.
If the White Man could feel what these animals feel inside,
Neither would need to hide.

The lodge door opens, and a wall of steam rises so high.
A rattle is sounded in honour.
This healing time is over for these people, just for now,
But more is needed to keep the honour.

Yet another night will come with more people to be healed,
Who are looking for their Paths.
This is only the beginning of learning of their Earthwalk,
And showing them some Paths.

Again the voice cries out his song to the Great Spirit,
Asking for strength and guidance.
A rattle is heard from inside and then many voices rise as one,
And again begins the Earth Dance.