MERCY OF THE WIND

A SHAMAN IS LED TO CHRIST

Gentle calm wind

surfing the embedded trees of the forest

whose dangling beams of light

sift through my senses like a spice

I can taste the rooted ground on my tongue

and know that it comes from God.

I listen to the rocks

for the reflections of all time are in them

as I seek the Wisdom of God

who fulfills this Shaman.

I walk barefoot in this midst

and I think of a woman

who talks to me of Christianity, believing

she can convert the way my heart flows.

Gentle calm wind

this man they called Christ was he God

and did he call God His Father?

The World is filled with deities supreme

but his story seems true.

People knew where other Gods were buried

and there are no record of miracles

to become the testimonial of their mission.

I listen to the rocks

for in them I may find the answer, why

we need saving from our cruelties

and why we must acknowledge our Sins.

I am a Shaman of my people

and I have my own questions unanswered.

I walk in the divinity of the eagle

and I ask my Spirit Father who is this Christ

that spoke the pure words of Wisdom

and sacrificed His life

for providing a Promise, the eternal answer.

We are separated by nations

and the sea kept this man on a Galilee road

whilst our people believed in our Gods, so

I walk and watch the beams of light.

I impregnate the forest

for I am the great Shaman of this wilderness

pensively waiting to meet the King

of all colored races and creeds of mankind.

If we are truly a rainbow

under the eyes of ‘One God’ then I will listen.

I will bow to Him like a son

if he walks

through my Wisdom like a blade of grass

helplessly at the mercy of the wind …