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  • Svhyeyi Aga
    The Promise It s early morning on a cold winter day, the darkness reflects my feelings in this way, of pain and sadness and despair, sometimes I feel I will
    Message 1 of 1 , Mar 1, 2003
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      The Promise

       

      It’s early morning on a cold winter day,

      the darkness reflects my feelings in this

      way, of pain and sadness and despair,

      sometimes I feel I will never get there.

       

      There to the light, in the warmth of

      sunlight, there in the light, where it feels

      everything will be alright. 

       

      There in the light, where hope prevails,

      there in the light, where the Great Spirit

      dwells.

       

      I’m afraid!  I call out in the dark of

      the early morning. I’m afraid of

      things I have not yet seen; but I

      know awaits me, it has to be,

      for I have seen it happen to others,

      people I love, and to the things in

      life that matter most to me.

       

      My heart is heavy with sadness,

      I try hard to hold back the tears,

      It seems all hope is gone and

      I’m all alone, just me and my fear.

       

      Wait!  Could it be?  The darkness

      is lifting, the sky seems to be,

      getting lighter and lighter and

      a voice called out to me.

       

      My child, I love you with all

      my heart, never fear, I am with

      you, yes, even in the dark.

       

      Reach out and hold my hand,

      reach out to me, and feel the

      warmth return and the light

      of my love comforts you.

       

      My child you are never alone,

      I have not forsaken you!

       

      Do not be afraid, see the

      darkness fade?  The brilliant

      light of a new day is the hope

      I give…to you and to the fear

      you have.

       

      I am always with you,

      this is the promise of the new

      day’s sunrise.

       

      Listen to the songs the birds

      begin to sing, a song for you,

      my child is the hope I bring.

       

      The joy of a new day, the

      brilliance of sunlight, this

      is the love I have for you,

      and my promise, my child,

      everything will be alright.

       

      Svhyeyi Aga~Evening Rain

      March 1, 2003 ©

       

      Dedicated to two

      women – one who loves

      roses and one who loves

      her.

       

       

       

       

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      The Cherokee know the wise are
      i yv da, careful or mindful of what
      is important.
       
      Poetry begins in Delight and ends
      in Wisdom
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