“Each soul must meet the morning sun, the new sweet earth and the Great Silence alone!” — Ohiyesa (Dr. Charles A. Eastman), SANTEE SIOUX

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meet the morning sun

The call of the soul, calls out each morning.
The whisper of the doe, giving fair warning.

Whose golden rays, wake you from your haze,
and every single being, has a special meaning.

No matter how small, no matter at all.
Every growing thing, all the stones and waters,
bring an awakening.

As we face the sun, our day just begun.
To struggle and enjoy, is our life’s employ.

And at nightfall, as we look back.
In contemplation of this or that.

We may face the day alone,
but the sun sure brightly shone.           Please click to read entire poem

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