Monday, February 22, 2010

Waiting for The Hangman


You are always the last one called to step forward.


When Hare heard of Death, he started for his lodge & arrived there crying, shrieking, My uncles & my aunts must not die! And then the thought assailed him: To all things death will come! He cast his thoughts upon the precipices & they began to fall & crumble. Upon the rocks he cast his thoughts & they became shattered. Under the earth he cast his thoughts & all the things living there stopped moving & their limbs stiffened in death. Up above, towards the skies, he cast his thoughts & the birds flying there suddenly fell to the earth & were dead.

After he entered his lodge he took his blanket &, wrapping it around him, lay down crying. Not the whole earth will suffice for all those who will die. Oh there will not be enough earth for them in many places! 

There he lay in his corner wrapped up in his blanket, silent.

(Winnebago Indian)
Technicians of The Sacred
pg. 85


This is our prayer for today.





Blogger dottie kee bones said...

i like all of your work but i like this one even a little more.

scares me.

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Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Dottie kee bones!


It makes me happy to know you like it. I thought he was going to sit up in that tree and listen only to deafening silence!

thanks. I read you every day, you know.



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