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A cold river flows from the mountains

When the ice melts on the high peaks.

A cool wind blows hard against

An  Indian boy’s cheeks.


Pinterest photo found on 12-20-16. Tammi.

He is braving the forces of nature,

To come where the Great Spirit dwells.

In the heart of the forest primeval,,

I hear him say, ” All is well.”


He believes that before he prays,

The Great Spirit will make it so.

He kneels as he asks for forgiveness,

And healing as he stands to go.


I hear him speak in the wind:

“It is done. It is done.”

I wish I had faith like his:

That God’s will has begun.