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the kiowa elder sings of the wichita mountains these old and ancient mountains still stand, but not so tall; water and wind have worn them down; the prairies watch them fall. the prairies watch and whisper at the summits slow descent; in the thunderstorm I have heard their bittersweet lament: fire and rain - they purify; the smell is strong and sweet, but the price to pay is high; and the soul is weak. these mountains love this message, sung low against the earth, though once they would not listen in the young years of their birth; but now the aged mountains take up the prairie's hymn and sing it to the valleys where it echoes in the wind: fire and rain - they purify; the smell is strong and sweet, but the price to pay is high; and the soul is weak. I too have faced the fierce winds and tasted rain and fire, and I have watched my prayers ascend toward heaven ever higher. soon I will seek my rest there, after standing firm and long, through the many storms on earth that from a faint soul forge a strong.
from: At the Water’s Edge |