Grey Eagle And Morning Dove

Oh, great of spirit of love that protects
the mentally insane, widows and insects
hear my fervent wish in this dark hour
so that I may feel your great power.
Guide my steps as I walk the trail
that borders between heaven and hell
so that I don't get lost in the night
and be overcome with all the fright.
Clutch my hand in your loving grip
so I don't falter; stumble or trip
on my big two left feet in this mess
and give me peace as I get dressed.
Help me to understand the impossible
because with you I know all is possible
and I am just a small part of life
trying to cope with all this strife.
Walk daily with me and be my friend
as I try to make all of my amends
ever reminded of past in pictures
and so many forgotten lectures.
Oh, great potter of lumped clay
don't let me survive to decay
cause I am a long way from death
and I still draw many a breath.
Thank you for all the sanctuaries
that seemed like little estuaries
but became like great seas of hope
once your relieved me of the dope.
Oh, precious father and loving mother
your gift of life I still discover
as I walked down a different path
no longer do I need the warpath.
Make me just a little Indian brave
so that I can learn to behave
and live in the paleface's place
as I honor and love your grace.
Grey Eagle and Morning Dove
fill my heart with your love
as I see you glide up in flight
where the moon-bow touches night.