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The Reluctant Gunfighter
Stronger Than The Storm
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The spiritual world is the true reality. The body we inhabit is only a shell. The Great Spirit, God, in the Bible says that god is a Spirit, and they that worship Him must worship Him in spirit and in truth
On the wings of the eagle, I soar through the sky,
To heights before unknown, now seen by my eye.
I now see the forest below, and the mountains and streams.
My wings strongly lift me in the sunís warm beams.
It was not always so, for I once walked below.
I hunted in the land of my people, the great Navajo.
We were pushed from our land, like so many others.
None of us really knew we were actually brothers.
Too long we warred, we fought and raided.
Was our view of our present really so jaded?
We ignored the warnings from neighboring tribes,
Until it was too late, and many of us died believing a lie.
Then our people along with the rest,
Became civilized and we were told it was best.
My totem was the eagle. He was my spirit guide.
To the cliffs he led us so that some could hide.
I lived the last of my years, in those dwellings of stone.
So far from our land, so far from our home.
We were not the first, and will not be the last,
For one day the present will be linked with the past.
Until then, the spirit, which is the true reality, lives on.
Alan Wayne Burch
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|Reviewed by jude forese
|the spirit is a fountain of idea from which all life flows: alive in the Now of all living things ...
very nice rhyme and meter ... the imagery is vivid and works tightly with the metaphoric reality you present ...
|Reviewed by A PAX
|Earthy spirtuality here.......wonderful tale.......great meter.....I love rhyme...........