NASHOBA BALELI (RUNNING WOLF)
And the Lady is Mother RUTH
The strength to try and fail and try again.
It seems strange that one man can have the power to inspire so many and yet we all have
within us the ability to do this.
Not many use that ability to it's fullest extent.
Few ever stop to take the time to help another along the path while they themselves struggle
just to keep walking along.
One man came into our lives and taught much to those who really listened to his
words of wisdom.
A wisdom that came from living life to it's fullest and loving all he met.
He gave his love freely and never asked for anything in return.
He inspired us to be the very best we could be and never stop trying.
He showed us that no matter what life has in store what we do matters.
What we own him is far more then we could ever repay.
Perhaps the best way to begin to repay this debt is to use the lessons taught by this great man
Love freely and never stop trying.
Give to all we meet and never ask anything in return.
Leave behind something he would be proud of.
Then one day our reward will be when he welcomes us with open arms.
When he says in that strong voice we all know so well.
Its a beautiful day. The sun is shining and the birds are singing
Come on in and sit for a while.
We have all the time in the world now.
Kathy Hayes aka AurichWolf
YOU BROUGHT SOME LIGHT INTO MY LIFE,
WHEN IT WAS VERY MUCH NEEDED,
AND I WANT, NEVER TO FORGET YOU.
Yesterday, when I was young,
the taste of life was sweet upon my tongue.
I teased at life as if it were a foolish game,
the way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame.
The thousand dreams I dreamed, the splendid things I planned
I always built alas on weak and shifting sand.
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
and only now I see how the years ran away.
Yesterday, when I was young,
so many happy songs were waiting to be sung,
so many wayward pleasures lay in store for me
and so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see.
I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out,
I never stopped to think what life was all about
and every conversation I can now recall
concerned itself with me and nothing else at all.
Yesterday, the moon was blue
and every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand
and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond.
The game of love I played with arrogance and pride
and every flame I lit too quickly quickly died.
The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away
and only I am left on stage to end the play.
There are so many songs in me that won't be sung,
I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue.
The time has come for me to pay
for yesterday when I was young.