Photograph courtesy of Kirstie Watson
As the sun begins to set in the west,
dark eyes greet the skies in a wish for the best —
dreams that may drift into this time and space;
visions that speak of a future someplace.
From a mountain high in the midst of life,
she sees herself as a motherly wife;
a daughter, a sister, a friend she is, too.
The Great Spirit knows what she has been through.
Whatever the task, however the way,
she prays for the strength to face every day;
for the goodness of grace that goes on giving,
and a love that makes her life worth living.
With patience and faith she awaits her fate;
soft heart, open mind, soft touch, open gate.
She lets her soul melt and her spirit soars
where lightning strikes and thunder roars.