Prey Of Fate

I look for a sign faithfully,

and wonder about my destiny.

Refusing to let fate choose for me,

I make each choice individually.

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Questioning my purpose, I ask Thee,

is it your will or mine? Respectfully,

can we compromise then? Openly?

I pray for answers with humility.

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A Native Request

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.

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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.

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