The Rock Cries Out to Us Today
teacher.
they all hear
tree.
today, t and last of every tree
Speaks to o me, he river.
Plant yourself beside me, he river.
Eac of some passed on
traveller, has been paid for.
You, w name,
You Pawnee, Apache and Seneca,
You Cion, h me,
t,
Left me to t of other seekers--
Desperate for gain, starving for gold.
You, turk, t...
You ti, the Kru,
Bougolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.
yourselves beside me.
I am tree planted by the river,
be moved.
I, tree
I am yours--your passages have been paid.
Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For t morning dawning for you.
ory, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced h courage,
Need not be lived again.
Lift up your eyes upon
the day breaking for you.
Give birth again
to the dream.
omen, children, men,
take it into the palms of your hands.
Mold it into t
Private need. Sculpt it into
t public self.
Lift up your s.
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.
Do not be wedded forever
to fear, yoked eternally
to brutishness.
the horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place neeps of change.
his fine day
You may he courage
to look up and out upon me,
tree, your