Whisper Mckee's Page

In the deep cool recesses,
The forest gives voice.
The whispers of the wind,
Moves through the prairie grass.
The tall trees bend,
To hear the Earth Mother,
Talk to her children.
Praise to the spirits,
Of Earth, Wind, Fire and Water.
And to the inner circle,
Of the sweat lodge.
As we join our spirit to the earth.
We praise the Earth Mother,
With the pounding of drums,
Leaping towards the sky in dance.
Asking Father sky,
To bring forth the seeds,
From her womb.
As we perform,
The rites of fertili… Continue

I walk the warm hiding of night.
Yet I fear the dark places of death.
Though my faith is strong.
My flesh remains weak,
Very human.
I look down into that open grave,
Everyday upon rising.
Using the wall to drag myself up.
I grow weaker,
The darkness grows nearer,
Even though I seek solace,
In the light.
I still have anger and fears,
May God forgive me,
Because I want to,
Shake my fist at the heaven,
And shout in anger,
WHY ME!