The Sacred Canyon

Mountains and Rivers 155

The Cheyenne drifted into the sacred canyon,

their spotted horses’ eyes,

filled with tears,

the sky was heavy.

They found a broken lance,

laying on the ground,

next to – a burned out lodge,

smoke rising.

The wolves scattered,

going away hungry,

panting, and breathless.

The mourning song came,

and an all-night prayer meeting,

so they could have the strength,

to forgive, instead of turning,

into vultures.

No one wanted,

another war.

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Old Church House

Maine and More 345

They still use the old church house,

down at the harbor, but only,

for special occasions, weddings,

and funerals.

A young man from Portugal,

came looking for faith,

but he was guided to the museum,

where it was stored,

looking pretty for tourists,

and photography.

He wondered, if faith would ever,

come back again,

but everyone went to sleep,

no one cared.

He decided he would return,

if he ever needed,

a wedding,

or a funeral.

 

 

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Wounded

Man and Wife 1886

We could not understand

what they went through,

incomprehensible. We were blind.

More than just the land was stolen,

we stole their food, their clothing,

their children’s language, gone,

their dignity, who they were as people,

destroyed with a hammer, and a shovel,

digging graves, looking for gold,

the Mississippi River giving up the ghost,

shadows blocking the sun.

And now?

what would Chief Joseph say

about the casinos?

Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree