PRAYER SONG FOR NEW YORK
We are crying for you.
Your bodies fall like rain
To rise in smoke as souls of the slain.
We send our hearts to you
To help hold your pain,
And the Eagle is flying your way.
The sun will shine on you.
As we avenge your sorrow,
Healing will begin for you tomorrow.
©Copyright November 9, 2001 by Annette Morgan
Revised December 11, 2004
Author’s Note: The original of this poem is written in Cherokee, but not too well because I’m not fluent despite my attempts to learn the language for a while now. Of course that didn’t stop me from trying to express myself. “NewYork” is meant to be said/sung as “all one word”, and its appearance as such in the poem is not a mistake.