Thursday, September 10, 2009

River wanderings

The Rocks. As a kid, I spent a lot of time down here, musing and day dreaming, dangling bare feet in the cold water and listening to the music that the river makes when it splashes over rocks. I still walk down here with Kylie and always stop to hear the river's song when I reach this point.

A few thoughts about rivers from other people:

Sing me the legends of the river.
Tell me a story of the sky.

Chorus: Because I want to grow.
Because I want to know.
Because I want to understand.

In the river is the model of creation.
Our lives like the river to the sea.

Paint me a picture of the landscape.
Dance me the dance of the waves.
Sing me of the legends of the river.
Tell me the story of the sky.

~Author Unknown~

"We call upon the waters that rim the earth,
horizon to horizon,

that flow in our rivers and streams,
that fall upon our gardens
and fields,
and we ask that they:

Teach us, and show us the way."

~American Indian, Chinook Blessing Litany
Earth Prayers from Around the World, 1991~


Anishinaabekwe, the Daughter,
You are the keepers of the water.
I am Nibi…water…the sacred source,
The blood of Aki, Mother Earth,
The force filling dry seeds to great bursting.
I am the womb's cradle.
I purify.

Nibi, the life giver…
Forever the Circle’s charge
I have coursed through our Mother’s Veins.
Now hear my sorrow and my pain
In the river’s rush, the rain…

I am your grandchildren’s drink.
Listen, Daughters, always.
You are the keepers of the water.
Hear my cry,
For the springs flow darkly now
Through the heart of Aki.

~American Indian, Ojibwa, Minnesota~


2 comments:

mrsb said...

Oh, what beautiful poems and blessings! Thanks for sharing those!

Delphyne said...

Thanks, Mrs.B and hope you are feeling better!