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Oh Great Spirit
Know of me.
For I am of your people.
A person of the Circle of Life

By the author of  "Let Me Call You Sweetheart"  Joe Walker

I was sitting in Church some years ago, singing along with the rest of the congregation, when all of a sudden I noticed something soft and sticky sliding across my cheek until it came to rest over mouth, where it clamped down.

 Tight!

I recognized the familiar smell, a distinctive mix of Life
Savers, Cheerios and spit. It was then-3-year-old Jonathan's hand.

And the way he had it over my mouth made singing difficult.
"Jon!" I mumbled through his pudgy fingers. "Daddy can't sing!"
He smiled. I reached up to pull his hand away, and his smile quickly faded.

"Don't sing, Daddy," he said seriously, almost pleadingly.

"Don't Sing!"

His words bounced around in my brain, dislocating memories that had been tucked away for years. And suddenly I understood what Jonathan was thinking, and what he was feeling. 

In fact, I began to understand a LOT of things. Like why my older children take turns sitting by me in church. And why little children sitting in front of me always turn around and stare when I sing. And why Jon's big sister Elizabeth asked me not to sing along with the "Lion King" tape to which we were listening while driving around on errands the previous Saturday.

Suddenly it all made sense to me. There could only be one explanation. 

Sometime when I wasn't looking, I became my father.

I should have picked up on it the first time I found myself nursing a single soft drink serving throughout the course of an entire afternoon and evening. 

Or when the family that lives at the end of the block started complaining about my snoring. 

Or when some unknown source began compelling me to tell every waitress: "You're a good cook!"

It's all stuff that my Dad used to do that drove me crazy - until I started doing it.
Take the singing thing, for example. It wasn't that my father was a bad singer. Far from it. He had a beautiful bass voice, full and rich, and he could always sing his bass part superbly well. The thing that was so disconcerting to me as a child was that he was so darn loud about it. 

His big voice would boom out over the congregation, as if he was Gladys Knight and the rest of us were his Pips. It used to make me cringe every Sunday.
Sort of like what my kids do these days, now that I think about it.
Of course, now I understand where that big voice came from, and only part of it had to do with lungs and vocal chords. The rest of it had to do with his love of music, his passion for singing and his deep faith and total commitment to the sentiments expressed in the hymns we sang. 

Even today, when I go to church with him in the Alzheimer's care center where he lives, the one thing he can do almost as well as he ever could is sing. And when you put my bellowing tenor with his powerful bass . . . well, we make heads turn. That much is certain.

Somehow it reminds me of that song from "The Lion King" that Elizabeth didn't want me to sing - the one about 

"The Circle of Life."

In families and just about everything else, what goes around comes around. Lion cubs become the King of the Forest. Legislative minorities become the party in power. The quarterback who can't win the big one becomes Super Bowl MVP. 

And embarrassed children become embarrassing parents.
Sticky fingers notwithstanding.

By Joseph Walker

Here it is Bunny! Thank you! God Bless!.........Joe


And Then.....................

Stepping Stones

The Lord came to me like a dream one day and asked,
"Why do you sorrow?"
I answered, "Lord my life is so full of pain,
I can't face one more tomorrow."-
-The Lord sat down beside me,
and gently took my hand.
He said,
"Let me explain to you and then you'll understand.
-Each sorrow is a stepping stone
you must surmount each day,
And every stepping stone you climb
is a sorrow that's passed away. -
-The road of life is a mountainside,
with crevices in which to be caught,
But as you struggle on your way,
I the Rock, will lend support. -
-Every stepping stone you climb,
makes spirit and heart grow strong.
Exercising character and faith
this road seems painful and long. -
-The way is paved with stepping stones,
to uplift your heart and soul,
Though difficult they aid your way,
to a City paved with gold. -
-I know that you are tired,
for I too have walked this way,
My sorrows did they multiply,
but I cleared many stones away. -
-I left my rock to lift you up,
I left behind my story.
To give you strength to make your climb,
to that special place in glory. -
-And never fear, the Rock is here,
You'll never climb this mountain alone
Surmount life's sorrows, continue on,
For they are but stepping stones. -
Author Unknown

O Great Spirit

We call upon our higher selves, our guides, to lift the vibrations of all who reside on Mother Earth, to send energy for healing to all that reside on Mother Earth.

So that she may take her rightful place in the Universe. Upholding the God spark for all the Universes and Galaxies to see. So she can send healing to all life forms in existence, embrace the Oneness that is and will always be.

We are part of that Oneness and we belong to that Oneness.

We acknowledge, and understand it is a part of the Great Spirit's plan to bring us back home. We honor the Great Spirit, and our guides, for supporting us. 

We recommit ourselves to furthering our knowledge, and in doing so, continuing the

Circle Of Life

Two Feathers

The Circle Of Life

Oh Great Spirit
Of the Indian People
Hear my words
For they are words that come
From the heart, soul and mind.

Oh Great Spirit
Be my mind,
Be my eyes,
Be my ears,
Be my heart,
Be my soul,
So that I may walk
With dignity and pride.

Oh Great Spirit
Of the Indian People
Know of me.
For I am of your people.
I am Indian,
An Indian of the Circle of Life
A prisoner of War
In my own Land!

Oh Great Spirit,
Of the Indian people,
Hear my words
For they are for you.
They are of you.
You are my way of life
In the Circle of Life.

by Larry Kibby

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