Walking With The Spirit
7 January, 2007
Author: Catyrose
Great Spirit cast your light upon me
Enfold me in your loving care
A prayer of protection I seek on this road I travel
Permit my inner eye to see with utmost clarity
The journey that lies before me
Open this mind and heart
Guide and guard my wavering steps
On this journey you have called me to
May I be able to detect the signposts along the way
Grant me wisdom
The gift of discernment
Together we shall separate the shaft from the wheat
Guide my steps with the utmost care
Lest I lose my footing and stumble or fall
Tripped up by echoes from the long ago
Quiet this soul, oh Great One
May I go forward with courage and determination
Embraced with the love by which all creation is moved
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Terrie* (66.81.130.252) -- Wednesday, January 10 2007, 07:34 pm Sweetie, this touches the Native side of me , and in all truths within the norm we ALL walk with the spirits, some unknowin'ly my strongest is the Wolf..thank you for sharin' this means a great deal to me... |
barb (67.58.202.124) -- Thursday, January 11 2007, 05:33 am caty this is writing at it's best, understandable words, for the not very educated like me.lol you wrote this in everyday speech. thank-you |
Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Thursday, January 11 2007, 05:52 am I wrote this with some of my Native American friends in mine, you being one of them :) Thanks so much for your comments, always appreciated |
Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Thursday, January 11 2007, 05:55 am Glad you found the words to your liking. This was more of a prayer actually than a poem. Somehow I think God, the great spirit or whatever we want to call him or her appreicates simplicity. So you are in good company :) |
Bipedalguy (4.156.51.152) -- Thursday, January 11 2007, 07:16 am I like your poem and prayer. I see the Native American spirit in it. My first known ancestor, here on Cape Cod, whose surname I share, built the eastern most house on Cape Cod in 1639, except for native dwellings. My Dad always said that we had some Native Americans in the family tree. The tribal name of the natives in this area meant "people of the dawn", or "people of first light" Considering the proximity, and almost 400 years, my Dad could have been right. I find this write outstanding, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. |
Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Thursday, January 11 2007, 04:29 pm for your comments, glad you enjoyed the write. Your family history sounds very interesting. We don't have any Native American ancestory in our family (Irish and German actually) but my Dad had an immense amount of respect for and interest in the Native American culture. I think it rubbed off and I have been fortunate in my life to have a few close Native American friends. I find their spiritual beliefs are often in accord with my own. Again thanks for your kind words. Take care :) |
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