Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud
Storm rising – tensions building, thunder talking speaking loudly, tempers stretch nearly to madness, hearts are pounding the pain is blinding.
Behind the eyes starts a pressure, pushing, pushing, the fear is mindless; stomachs churn turning sourly, comes a rumble from deep inside us.
Tumble turning – the winds are blowing, screaming air bleeds into silence, moaning, groaning, the tress complaining, standing lost with no controlling.
Hail, rain, and tornados blast the lands around us: animals and people flounder; feathered folk spinning wildly, lift on currents: all are feeling as the heat is rising.
Cold washed, the world is waiting, water runs the rivers flooding, field and forest inundated nothing showing, time is long past for hiding.
Into the maelstrom I stand shouting, we were warned to start preparing, did you listen or believe or are you caught in disbelief with your hands empty?
The spirits called out to the children telling them of what was to come, those who followed their traditions heard the Elders, and the teachers are all ready.
Every wind of Creator slams the world into splinters, take the future now to safety, you will need nothing more than you are given: seek the sacred places of your People!
©Copyright September 29, 2007 by Sheila Williams ~ Singing Cloud