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Only The Cliffs May Tell
O Great Chief of Creation, my heart lies bare! It is empty as this canyon where the waters looks small. It is a place no brave may hunt. No wood may be gathered here by my squall.
I stand in a place where horses do not run!
O Great Chief. Father of Creation!
I lay before you my heart, stretched opened as the belly of a deer. My inward parts are exposed to you as my face is to the heat of the sun. As my skin crawls in the deadening winds of winter, I shake before your Great Spirit in hope!
I know you are a Good Father, for I see how you care for the hawk. He dives and you fill his claws. The big bear also eats well. He sleeps many moons in the heart of the earth, during the barren suns of winter. I see the red ant with strength in it's teeth and fire in it's tail. He is able to provide for many in it's tribe. With just one morsel of corn they feast!
You, O Big One, provide the corn with rain. You hold the rain in the banks of the rivers, teeming with fish. You bend the waters wider with your breath and deepen them with your tears!
The great drums of your camp deafen my ears and to the small ones they bring fear. Your arrows are bright as many stretched suns. They are greater than the fire-sticks of the white man!
I have seen your anger in the wind as it tunnels the great oaks from it's roots to toss them as straw! The sky, earth and waters are yours to sharpen as tools in your hands! They are the arrows, spear and tomahawks of a great Chief.
O Great Chief of Creation, my heart lies bare!
I stand now where only eagles dare,
here close to your face! I hope it is smiling today! I believe it is so for you are a Good Father!
You have provided my hands with many yellow stones but my loins are empty. I stand alone. One yellow stone can be traded for many horses, woven blankets and salt-meat. But horses can not bear me sons. Blankets can not warm my soul when it stoops with gray hair. Salt-meat can not bend the bow! It can not hunt for meat!
Can the yellow stone be traded for many summers of peace?
Can it bring wisdom or be traded for my youth?
Will it bring me honor on the day of my passing? Can it reserve a place where I may stretch my tepee among your tribe?
Is it greater than I?
From the cliffs I received them. Only the cliffs may tell!
From the cliffs I now release these!
O Great Chief I see you smiling as the earth opens to receive!
I stand atoned! Now I truly know! My soul is greater than the yellow stone!
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