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Haunting and hallowed,
Wisdom’s voice I hear,
whispered in the breeze,
winds dancing
through the trees
and across the mountain passes
over painted desert rocks;
from generation to generation
this unmistakable voice,
the wisdom of the elders
passed down and sung again,
reaching toward a painted sky
secrets known by few.

Haunting and hallowed
the song I hear
sweeping across the plains
soothing a land
so parched and dry,
a land desperately needing
Wisdom’s healing touch
that flows from those who sing
Wisdom’s haunting and hallowed song
I hear in the voices of the elders
and the cleansing rains of spring.

(c) barbara kausteklis 9-10-11

Written for The Inspiration Nook/
“Upon Red Earth.”

http://www.friendburst.com/blog/56858/red-earth/

Thanks always for all visits and comments.

Wishing All a peaceful weekend.

~barb~