Yellow Sky...the Vision

to Peace

As he drifts into a slumber
There are pictures at play within his head…
‘Find this one…’as he remembers
the words to him Great Sprit said.

Within the Dreamtime place he visits
A vision speaks to him
To tell of all that travel far
to find a promised land.

Many journey for the gate,
A port of entry they must find.
One and all will Walk in Beauty,
For in the Meadowlands there is just one Tribe.

So many will run, in fear or strife,
Not believing in what they are shown.
A time of the Elders gift of words,
the beat of their Drum now known

In the distance Sky hears a flute,
the melody to his heart
Once joined with all that journey far
Their harmony finds a way to start.

It is here they find that distant song,
A familiar tune, the comfort of a sound.
It is here that all will come to know
Why they search for a Table that is Round.

Now he wakes, once again upon
A prairie that he knows…
To find that all is as it should be,
knowing what his vision shows.


by BTB

Author's Comments:
"I have come to know of visions through gifts from the Ancestors...many forget through their hectic lives that visions happen regularly, and for reasons...enjoy your Dreamtime pictures...they are sent to help guide you...aho, Little Fawn