Denise Kester: Thunderbird's Gift

Denise Kester: Thunderbird’s Gift

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Thunderbird’s Gift


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Denise Kester: Thunderbird's Gift

“Do you trust me”? She asks
Yes and yes again,
What ever comes, I trust you.
Out of the great wide open of
not knowing and uncertainty
the Thunderbird appears
opening her heart
allowing her prayers to
fall upon my open mind
into my hands, creating.

Her prayers merge with
my prayers and they land
where the cranes of peace rest
in the meadow of my heart
near the lake of still waters
where the quiet imaginings
create ripples of light
that catch my attention.

A soft lapping as the ripples
reach the shore, murmuring,
Everything’s going to be okay
Everything’s going to be okay
Everything’s going to be okay

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Denise Kester: Thunderbird’s Gift

Denise Kester: Thunderbird’s Gift

“Do you trust me”? She asks
Yes and yes again,
What ever comes, I trust you.
Out of the great wide open of
not knowing and uncertainty
the Thunderbird appears

opening her heart
allowing her prayers to
fall upon my open mind

into my hands, creating.

Her prayers merge with
my prayers and they land

where the cranes of peace rest
in the meadow of my heart
near the lake of still waters
where the quiet imaginings
create ripples of light

that catch my attention.

A soft lapping as the ripples
reach the shore, murmuring,

Everything’s going to be okay

“Do you trust me”? She asks
Yes and yes again,
What ever comes, I trust you.
Out of the great wide open of
not knowing and uncertainty
the Thunderbird appears

opening her heart
allowing her prayers to
fall upon my open mind

into my hands, creating.

Her prayers merge with
my prayers and they land

where the cranes of peace rest
in the meadow of my heart
near the lake of still waters
where the quiet imaginings
create ripples of light

that catch my attention.

A soft lapping as the ripples
reach the shore, murmuring,

Everything’s going to be okay