Poetry Corner
by Kathie Bird
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When she sits before me, time bends and folds So something’s there Its so important to hear her Though still she’s bound by pain But the wrapping’s come loose Revealing that wise one Wise and seeing - who counsels who Windwhisper Speaks with quiet power Always draws me - tugs at my being Opposite on earth - but sameness in essence - older sister A glowing white buffalo standing quiet amid the circling herd I wish for her to be real - to escape no more I pray for her healing She has to - she’s so needed And quickly Oh, please, Creator, help her spirit spread good Thank you for bringing her before me. Copyright September 21, 2000, Kathie Bird |