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Prayerdog Visits the Hills


While the dogs of war gnash their bloody teeth
And devour all that’s good and true

When infinite, sweet mercy is nowhere to be found
And all around the redglare rockets’ curse
Lights up the hellish sky
Like some apocalyptic movie-set

Prayerdog Visits The Hills

Prayin’ in 3 tongues
Seeking grace from the Creator
Turning toward the sun
For strength and courage
From the One who makes the spider make it’s web

Prayerdog Visits The Hills

Open to the sky
Pleading por Dios for direction
In the mote in God’s eye
A reflection
A bright-winged bird or beetle
A messenger on the breath of Tunkashila

Prayerdog Visits The Hills

When the final prayer is offered
The last “ Mitakuye oyasin!” said
Prayerdog heads on down the trail
Still hoping to be led
By some cosmic, conscious, faceless force
Or being whose voice is on the wind
Ruffling fur and rustling leaves

Prayerdog Visits The Hills


MLH 1/27/05