The Seven Woes which Jesus named the Pharisees: Their Relation to this Day and Time

The Seven Woes which Jesus named the Pharisees: Their Relation to this Day and Time

(See Mathew, Chapter 23, for these seven woes in the bible)

Here are the seven woes of hypocrisy:

Woe 1: Teachers of Religious Law and you Pharisees: sorrow awaits you: hypocrites! Shutting the door of the Kingdom of Heaven in people’s faces, neither do you enter nor will you allow others to enter in.

Now: There are churches and organizations, who will frown on someone who is not dressed in the finest, with a fancy car setting in the parking lot. Come in looking poor, expect to be treated poorly; no chance, according to them, that such a sinner can find atonement and make it into Heaven; “just not up to standards, can’t quite cut the mustard, you’re dirty, shaggy, a bad history and no future,” so they whisper to each other: “will you look at that?” and when it’s time to go: snubbed, or a disdainful “We really think you belong somewhere else.”

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Woe 2: Teachers of Religious Law and you Pharisees: sorrow awaits you: hypocrites! Crossing land and sea, seeking one ‘convert’ only to turn that person ‘double time over’ a child of hell, even more-so than yourselves are.

Now: Missionaries, spreading the word, across land and over the sea to distant shores; finding a convert...and then instilling a ‘hell has no fury like heaven scorned’ mentality...and the convert ends up backing away, no desire to follow something that is shoved down their throat and to be told who you are, how you pray or relate to a Supreme Being doesn’t matter, what matters is the Laws of Abraham and Moses; only this matters, the rest of the world faiths are wrong; a Native American was perceived as being soul-less and unspiritual, misguided, and a savage, the only good red-man was a dead one. When sent to school, they were harshly punished if found speaking in their heathen native tongue; forced to take on white man’s civilized ways, belittled, stripped of their identity, yet never to be accepted by the white man’s establishment. An outsider, a man or woman with nothing left, no dignity, no identity, no homeland, no way of life, not accepted by their own people because they dressed and were taught the ways of the white man, but never to be accepted by those who claimed this was the way they should be, because of their race, considered beneath them, therefore contemptible...kept down, even to this year of 2012, herded on reservations in the 1800s, which were picked because the white man didn’t see that land as worthy; not until gold was found in the Black Hills, and then forget any treaties; or forests that loggers wanted, or for other reasons; just how can they screw the Indian out of what is theirs?

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Woe 3: Blind guides, what sorrows await you! Saying it means nothing to swear by God’s Temple, but finding it binding to swear by the gold in the Temple. Blind Fools! Which is more important- the gold or the Temple that makes the gold sacred? But more, you say to swear by the altar is not binding, but to swear by the gift on the altar is binding. How blind can you be? Which is most important: the gift on the altar or the altar that makes it sacred? Gold or gifts made as sacrifices for atonement were only as good as the heart and determination for purity behind it. But the altar was sacred and close to God and part of the Temple; it wasn’t to be defiled. The Pharisees worshipped at the Temple, carried on in manners they believed right by the fact they were followers of the Law. Yet they chose to declare gold and gifts of a trivial kind as binding but not as truly sacred and their oath-binding was loose where they wanted to be lax but tight in other ways, making it rigid and unforgiving, judgmental and self-righteous.

Now: Gifts of gold or other riches, in a church of fine esteem, matters more than the alter that is for the humble hearted, those with a sincerity to improve on their attitude and life style. Outwardly, making like there is a love of God’s Temple but inwardly hating the following a straight line with no desire for effluent ways, not wanting to be self-sacrificing and kind, desiring nothing in return; “oh no, that so and so curse them into the ground for not saying thank you or realizing how much they owe me for what I did for them”; forgetting it is not for man to claim any good that befalls another, except to say I was an instrument in God’s plan; all glory goes to God.

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Woe 4: Teachers of Religious Law and you Pharisees: sorrow awaits you: hypocrites! Tithing is given to careful attention to the tiniest herb garden’s income, oh, you must reap from it; but there is far more important matters and these you ignore: fair justice, gentle mercy, and faith in God. You should tithe, yes, but don’t be consumed by it, forgetting all else. Blind guides, straining your water to free it of gnats/mosquitoes’ larvae...but instead, your greed assists in you swallowing a camel/bloated ego.

Now: Ah yes, that greed of the material verses spiritual worth; so many in this world worship money and call it their god, literally, I mean this, not just figuratively. They will go to the biggest church because the wealth oozes out of pores and the fact is, you won’t find poor folks there, appeals to their ego’s idea of being grand, important and famous, and better than others; they’ll tithe richly and then write it off for tax-breaks. Whatever they do of a Christian generous nature is not from an honest heart and desire to help another but to make an appearance of ‘giving to others in need’ when in truth they would spit on a homeless man and curse him for being worthless and shouldn’t be allowed to breath, lower than rats.

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Woe 5: Teachers of Religious Law and you Pharisees: sorrow awaits you: hypocrites! Attentive at keeping the outside of your cup and saucer clean, but neglecting your inner self, filling it with filthy thoughts and yearning for carnal lusts and worse: full of greed and indulgence of your most base desire. Appearing to be clean, showing others outward restraint and an appearance of having no interest in carnal matters, but in secret, having minds most foul, soaked in greedy self-indulgence.

Now: Better check that closet for those hidden lies; the bodies under the patio stones, that foreign bank account where you socked all your cash so you wouldn’t be taxed for it; the trunk of your Mercedes Benz or BMW or Cadillac Town-car for the rest of the secrets you’ve hidden from everyone; man, that is, but not from God; he knows all.

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Woe 6: Teachers of Religious Law and you Pharisees: sorrow awaits you, hypocrites! Walking white-washed tombs, this is your aspect to any who looks at you, appearing a façade of perfection and purity, beautiful to behold, but within a wasteland of dead bones reaching to the horizon, each reeking of rot; even the buzzards want not and turn away. Scrupulous law-keepers, righteous in your own dust filled minds. Skeletons in the cobwebbery of the darkest corner of the castle dungeon, torturous writhing mask of ‘I am so right.’ Wickedness is the name of your bed.

Now: Putting on a front for caring about the ancestors of yore; and especially for Jesus... you stand on stages, acting out how good you are; admitting to sins that have been patterned for your sinner turned saint appearance; big show, you of multiple faces, repeating a story with facts but some are evasive or straight out lies contrived to suit your needs; your real aim, besides being sanctimonious is that gated mansion, kids in colleges, wealth pouring in every week in the thousands because your cornerstone is a place attractive to thousands, oh charismatic and cunning, even funny, able to play on the emotions of the audience; is this the preacher or disciple Jesus called to walk in his footsteps? He warned of false prophets. 

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Woe 7: Teachers of Religious Law and you Pharisees: sorrow awaits you: hypocrites! Building tombs for the Prophets even though your ancestors killed them, decorating the monuments of the Godly people your ancestors spat on and stoned to death. Saying, ‘oh had you been in that time, you would never have joined in that reviling hatred.’ Testament to the fact you are your grandfather’s children. Like begets like. Go ahead, you snakes and vipers, carry on what your forefathers started. Just how will you escape the Judgment of Hell? Many godly people’s blood will be on your hands, and I tell you the truth, this judgment belongs to this very generation for killing prophets and God’s Messengers, yours will be a place of desolation and I tell you this, you will not see me again until you say, “Blessings on the one who comes in the name of the Lord.”

Now: Snakes and vipers, Jesus called you well, he knows every heart and thought; he will not be deceived even if you fool yourself. 

And how does Jesus react to this sort of behavior: “Sorrow awaits you, hypocrites.”

Jerriann Wayahowl, 9-18-2012

Memorandum to the Tragedy of 9/11

I first wrote this on 9/11/2009, how it had been  8 years previous. But now it is 2012, and that day has come again: this still holds a strong truth, and I decided to post it once again.

About this time, I was watching the attack on TV of the twin towers, and seeing that horrific and devastating fall of the twin towers; which truly marked a moment in time when trust in others was breeched, and our ability to innocently accept others, without suspicion, changed forever.

That terrorist act made everyone suspect, from there on; not just at airports and immigration portals, but right out on the streets of USA; and Homeland Security was formed, which I know is meant to be for everyone’s safety, but which is more like having Big Brother able to say you are a terrorist for the tiniest of reasons.

No longer is a person a simple citizen, and yes, I mean people born and raised in USA, and their parents and grandparents before them; every person is treated like a possible terrorist, even the 90 year old lady or the pregnant lady or the 2 year old in her husband’s lap, and most certainly, the husband, and more so, if they have a foreign sounding name or look like they are of another ethnic  minority/race; even though, this is a land of many peoples, and not a land of few, or a land of the white.

Here are found people from all over the world, and some have been here for generations, even if they are of Asian or Eastern stock, or European or African; many have been born here, and so, many are as much American as they can be. 9-11-2001: the wake-up call.

Give silent respect to those who died; yes, but also pray that those who survive are not mistreated or subjugated to atrocities in the name of justice. So be it.

What do they call America? Land of the Free; Land of Equal Opportunity, where anyone can become a millionaire; Land of the Brave; Land of Diversity; Land of Dreams; Land where nothing is as it seems.

America has earned some other names, not so nice. Land of Deceit; Land of Warmongers; Land of Liars; Land of Two-faces. Where is the Land of Friendship? Where is the Land of Peace and Good Will toward All Men? Where is The LAND OF FREEDOM, for that Land doesn't exist since 9/11/2001; Oh My God, what has happened to Turtle Island?

Heavy questions and hard ones to answer, but more is how to rectify the wrong? The government is going about it wrong, and they are sinking this land of the turtle a little deeper with each passing day, and though turtles can swim, it is a land creature and can drown, if stayed submerged too long, mired in the sludge of this foul result brought about by retaliation of this nation against other nations, bringing war upon others, for views based on religious extremists who go against their own moral code of “thou shalt not kill” to attack  the innocent, and doing so without concern for age, race, gender or religion, indiscriminate murder/suicide for preconceived glorification in the hereafter?

Creator wants no acts of murder and will not condone it; they follow the mindset of madmen and deceive only themselves. But, too, so do these Ones in power: the Bush Administration, and now the Obama Administration.

Why do they refuse to administer to the nation in need, and see that the people have the health care, the educational needs, security of home and job, and seek peace between the peoples, within our borders and also amicable relations with other nations, and desist with this war policy; we should seek peace, at all costs.

Oh, the turtle’s heart bleeds and her eyes weep copious tears, a flood of tears, for she fears a trap she will not kick free of…she is not free, tangled in oil-slicked coils of so-called democracy? It is hypocrisy, this Government we live under. We, the people of this nation, know it better than any other, what is happening to sisters and brothers of this once great land.

Who knows all of this better than the Red Man, the Indigenous People who have suffered from the start, once the Europeans moved in and took over the land, claiming it,  buying and selling it, raping it, and otherwise, defiling it. The Natives understood that one can not own the earth; it owns us; from dust we come; to dust we do return; and Spirit returns to Creator.

What Jesus’ Last Hours Were Like

High on that hill of Golgotha, on Calvary,

Built on the garbage dump of the city,

The Christ, Savior of Sinners, everywhere,

Hung upon the cross.

Between two sinners, guilty

Of their crimes, Jesus wept.

One mocked him, saying, “Save yourself and us, too!

Where is that band

Of angels, son of Man?”

The other one told that one off, and said,

“This man has done no wrong.

He has chosen to die, so we all could live.

Soon, to go to heaven, away

With the wind, he will be swept;

So bother him not; just leave him alone;

I believe in him.”

Jesus had been put on trial,

After being betrayed

By one of his own disciples;

He had been ridiculed and

Beaten by a cat of nine tails or a scourge;

Thirty nine bloody , fiery stripes he bore;

Yes, for us, the straps of that beating, he gladly wore.

Bleeding, dirty, spat on and cursed by others,

By members of his own people, the Jews,

They turned away

And refused to accept him as the Messiah;

Never once did he grumble or say ‘please, no more’

He said instead; “Father, do as you will.

I am yours; I know sin is real,

And it takes a greater sacrifice

To give solace to the hopeless.”

As the crowds gathered around,

Jesus saw his mother on the ground,

And John the disciple stood beside her.

He called out to John, “She is your mother”

And ever after she lived in the house of John the disciple.

But as the hour grew later into the afternoon

He would hang there for us all, taking on our sins, he’d die,

And then his body; they would take it down.

A darkness gathered crouching over all, for the time

Was close upon the son of man;

Wind blew and the lightning flashed.

Night fell heavy in the afternoon.

Soldiers had taken his clothes; they had drawn lots.

Another had given him sour wine or vinegar for his drink.

Not a bit of mercy given him; not a bit of rest was his to wink.

They pierced his sides and let his holy blood flow.

They had mocked and placed a crown of thorns; oh woe.

People held their noses and carried on about the ‘ungodly stink;’

It hung in the air; a miasma of the worst smells sins can reek;

Oh, the ones who hated him, they looked on him with fear; this meek,

Mild, humble, man of peace whose one unshakable faith was his strength:

“No man shall see the Father, except he comes through me.”

In the last hour, Jesus called out, “Father, I am ready; call unto me.”

Even then, the mockers cried out, “No other has smelled so foul;

How is this a man of God? What a stink; he stinks with such horrid body odor;

Even the leper, whom this man healed, never smelled so bad as this!”

Staring at the man on the cross; dirty, bloody, beaten and abused;

His bladder and bowels had emptied their contents, soiling his bare legs;

They spat at him; they threw rocks, insulted him more,

Before they turned and walked away, and Jesus watched them go.

He said, “Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do.”

On the ninth hour, the breath went out of Jesus,

And an ABSOLUTE darkness fell over the land.

He died to save us all; yes, every last one of us he offered his hand.

An earthquake split wide the rocks on the hillside cemetery.

God changed the face of the Earth for a short time.

From the cemetery the dead awoke, and

The saints walked home to their families.

A rich man agreed that Jesus would be buried in his tomb;

His body was taken down and washed and bound with the shroud;

And to the tomb it was moved as quietly as it could be done.

It was on a Friday; would he rise again the third day?

His betrayer, having remorse, tried to give back the 30 pieces of silver;

But the men would not hear of it and distraught Judas went away.

He had thrown down the blood money earned with a kiss;

And hearing the fate of Jesus, Judas killed himself, upon a Judas tree.

The money, as the prophets said long before,

Was used to make a potter’s field

For those who had nothing; a sign that

For all, one day, Jesus would yield

A place to be buried to those who had nothing.

Giving them a place to rest until the call to rise again would come,

When Gabriel would blow his horn on Judgment day

Jesus rose three days later, yes, I believe.

The first he met was Mary Magdalene,

And he forbade her to touch him; for he

Had not yet been to the Father;

He was still unclean from the days in the underworld;

Some call it purgatory; she must not touch him.

Did she hold her nose? For her lord gave off a mighty stink;

Not just of the grave but the lingering sins of the world,

Which his resurrection put to an end, and life regained its sweetness.

Not to say he was corrupt; his body was whole;

But he had been to the land of the dead

And he surfaced as a victor over death.

To the disciples remaining,

He showed the nail holes in his feet and in his hands.

He told them that he died so he could save man.

One disciple, Thomas, had to be given proof

that it was Jesus, their master and teacher.

“Thomas, do you not know your Lord?

It is I who stands before you.”

Holding out his scarred hands

Thomas knew it was true;

“The lord Jesus had risen!”

Soon he would go to Heaven to be

With his Father;

For his sacrifice to conquer sin

Has been filled;

And many centuries have passed by.

Two thousand years have gone by,

And I know, in my heart, that Jesus is still here.

Here, we find, all these many years later,

The Lord is our Savior.

You know he is there.

Open your heart and

Let him be the best friend you’ll ever have.

But as you go through your days

Remember all the ways,

Acknowledging Jesus Christ is the only way

You will see Heaven.

Think of the love for us Jesus has, he loves us;

He knew us every one; and knew it must be

 And he felt it was worth

All the suffering; Jesus is the Shepherd and he loves his flock.

Yes, he suffered for us, and aren’t you glad he did?

Think of being in a place of great burdens and facing the ultimate sacrifice.

Jesus did it; he gave his life for us sinners;

He loved us, and came down from on high to walk among us.

Now if someone had looked down on you, and said something hurtful,

If they claim to be Christian they fool only their selves;

For Christ became like one of us, yet he was innocent;

He was the lamb of God and for Adam’s children he gave his life.

Forget the way people treat you;

Live the Golden Rule; look around

And spread that big smile.

And if you find in your life

Someone who claims to be Christian,

But is picky and looks down their nose at you or others;

Someone who will fuss about

Something like someone's beard or maybe

A so called body odor, think back to the reality

Of the Lord’s last hours;

And if you think you smell roses, think again.

Don’t put down anyone else,

For there are times in life we all smell stinky.

We will all answer for our sins

When this World ends;

Every man, woman or child;

So keep your thoughts and opinions to yourself.

Everyone needs to remember not to put on airs,

And let on they are any better

Than another person, for whatever the reason,

Because the Lord of Lords loves us all the same.

So remember that when you pray in Jesus’ name,

Jesus in this day and time would be wearing jeans,

Have long hair, and a beard,

He might be shoeless; he might not have a dollar to his name.

Remember man’s wealth never meant anything to him.

Would you treat him differently

Or would you treat him the same?

He might look like a bum

But outward appearance will not stop Jesus from his path.

Don’t judge by the looks,

For you can't make one hair white or black

Mean anything more special to Jesus.

Don't make insults to others.

All of us should be sisters and brothers.

If you turn around and sneer at another,

Just because you think someone is less than they really are,

That is not Christ like behavior to act petty.

Jesus is the one who carries the scars.

If you cut down someone, belittling them,

Jesus is upset by your false heartedness

Be a good person; at least try your best.

And remember what it was like for Jesus

Those final hours of his life

He went through pain unimaginable

It wasn't pretty

And also keep in mind, that night

He died to put our sins right.

He gives us a hope for eternal life.

He made everything right.

Your sins are forgiven when

You are washed in the blood of Jesus.

With Jesus in your life,

It is easier to sleep at night.

Yes, be born again in water and of Spirit.

When you are saved, you will do no petty,

Backstabbing acts of jealousy again.

That is an act of evil; not of Jesus;

His act is one of unconditional love.

The time for setting your life right is now;

If you want to go to heaven above,

Get on your knees and accept Jesus in your life.

and for the rest of your life,

Live it right, live it for Jesus.

Jerriann Law and JD Couch, 8-30-2012

She’s With the Wind

(dedicated to my sister, Holly Angela Law, 

RIP, 1-8-1955/ 4-28-2012)

She’s with the wind

 She has walked on

Into the light, the warmth, the love

Not alone, or unloved

Her campaigns that she fought so hard upon are done

She’s conquered life

She’s with the wind

She’s with the wind

Her life has come to an end

No stone shall bear testament

That she was here,

Except her parents’ own

And there lies only the mother in a coffin;

The father, like daughter, was caught up by the wind

Dust in the wind

But what of this gentle soul

Who never meant harm to anyone?

But who harmed her self most;

Lost within the labyrinths

Of the mind’s confusion;

She became a ghost of her former self

She spent her fire to exhaustion

Upon beliefs only she understood

She’s with the wind

 She has walked on

Into the light, the warmth, the love

Not alone, or unloved

Her campaigns that she fought so hard upon are done

She’s conquered life

She’s with the wind

She’s with the wind

She influenced her sister so much

Impressed her with her wisdom;

She knew so many things

Her mind so capable of grasping complexities

Hers was a mind that reached so far,

But somewhere along the way

There can a day

Where she shot past the right entrance

And instead moseyed into a realm

She should never have ventured;

After-which she could never quite find her way back?

And she wandered aimless but thinking her goals

Were still worth attaining; not hesitating?

While leaving behind her previous goals

And finally, she was unable to work those plans nor did she try

There was a time she allowed her sister to take part

In her visionary escapades; what else could they be called?

Fantasy realizations that both believed to be all too true

Two aspiring young authors carried on the invention of other worlds

But there came a day she said to the younger,

“Go make your own world and

 People it as you will and put yourself in its center;

There can be no room for two females where I am;

For I am all that a female embodies and all men here belong to me”

It hurt so very bad to be told this; pushed away after so long of sharing

And the younger sister walked down the road one day;

And slapped her own cheeks a few harsh slaps

And said, “What a fool you have been”

And yet, it was not over; it went on several more years;

It was not even that bad at the time;

Not like it came to be.

She wasn’t ready to let go of the younger sister,

 Her one staunch supporter;

Nobody else was ever allowed to get as close

And so there was a bond to the end

The sister loved her older sister,

Regardless of what was said or done

She’s with the wind

 She has walked on

Into the light, the warmth, the love

Not alone, or unloved

Her campaigns that she fought so hard upon are done

She’s conquered life

She’s with the wind

She’s with the wind

And regardless who understood the truth about her;

She will not let anything stop her from that love

She never turned away and the elder sister knew she was there for her

Although times passed when it was difficult to visit

In those last years after mother died;

And five years passed before the father died

But he was in declining health;

She, the oldest child, never saw him again

And he only knew how she was when

 The sister told him how his oldest was;

He would nod; not say much; there wasn’t much to say

She had no family; they were dead; all but a sister;

She told those who took care of her in those last days in April;

She was right; since no other bothered to visit her, why

Would she think anything different?

She’s with the wind

 She has walked on

Into the light, the warmth, the love

Not alone, or unloved

Her campaigns that she fought so hard upon are done

She’s conquered life

She’s with the wind

She’s with the wind

What impression did she make upon this world?

Well it is hard to say, the sister can only speak of the impression

She left upon her; maybe that’s all that matters.

How she came across to others- it is neither here nor there

What the sister knows is she loved her and told her so;

But saying those three words back was near impossible to express;

Yes, that hurt, but her mental illness kept her

 Unable to express this emotion;

Not unusual, being from a family that found it hard to say I love you

Even though it was a tight unit and

It stayed that way until mother passed on;

And then the family fell apart; and a new chapter began;

One with the elder sister in a nursing home to the end of her life

The surviving sister thinks back to the early years

How she had gone with her and daddy while

The elder took lessons on the violin;

But after a few visits it ended; for more than one reason;

But one was the price of the lessons was too expensive;

Another being the teacher, Les Smithhart,

Disliked daddy’s simple, country ways;

Maybe even because the younger sister sat in his precious rocker

Which had been reserved for Hank Williams and

He didn’t want anyone sitting there

And the four year old sat down, not expecting the outburst;

After which she was banned from coming in.

But it occurred to the sister, many years later;

What a lost opportunity that had been; she could have been

Something like: Alyson Krause, if things had worked out;

She had a pretty singing voice;

Something like: Buffy Ste. Marie;

And if she had achieved that one goal,

 Many others would have come true too

And she might never have gotten side-tracked, as she did.

When the sister cried that last day she saw her,

She was puzzled as to why she was so upset

She didn’t understand the tears;

 She asked her why she was doing it.

Yes she’s in a better place; but the loss

 And the sorrow that things didn’t go well in her life

That’s why the tears; and when she asked why;

 the words were’ I love you’

But they weren’t returned and

When she left she meant to return,

But a ride back kept her away;

 And so eleven days later, calls came;

 She was gone; there would be no more seeing her in this world.

She’s with the wind

 She has walked on

Into the light, the warmth, the love

Not alone, or unloved

Her campaigns that she fought so hard upon are done

She’s conquered life

She’s with the wind

She’s with the wind

©JA Wayahowl 7-20-2012

A Native Message

Sad hearted, I wandered through the burnt forest; ear turned to the summer breeze.

Upon the smoke tinged breeze floated the cries of animal and bird, warning me;

And from out behind the blackened trees, five young Indian braves surrounded me.

The five braves did not surprise me;

I heard their footsteps upon the dry ground;

Only when in drought can they be heard;

All other times, their walk is silent.

 “We come to you, our brother Wisdom, in concern over the way

 People of the earth are treating our world;

They are careless, and

They act without the respect they should have.

The earth cries out to the Red Man, for our help.

She knows we are closest to her of any man.

The sky is dry and sheds no tears;

The river, so long, and normally full to overflowing,

Now it is weak and cannot move,

Sluggish with trash-logged mud,

Dead fish, rotting in the heat;

Or wide-cracked banks that even the frogs can’t spawn in;

Where is the water?” said one brave, ribs showing in his gaunt frame.

  “They have man-made reservoirs with filter plants;” a second one said,

They drink bottled water; they think, they are fine, in their head;

Don’t they know fresh water is a scarcity?

And without it, humanity

Will crease to be?

Don’t they know that without water, trees die?

And without the trees, man will choke on his own exhalations?”

“What we breathe out is poison to us, but trees need it,” said a third brave;

“And in turn the trees give us the oxygen we crave.

Not a single breathe we take should be

Taken for granted,

Yet most of humanity

Does exactly that; well, soon mankind will learn;

One day soon, for water, we all will yearn.

No fish and no animals will be found;

And then what will there be to eat; any where to be found?”

“If plants all dry up; animals have no food, nor will we,” said the fourth man.

“The forest is brittle, and heat lightning causes brush fires.

One day soon, our home will be the one to expire.

The mountain peak that touches the sky

Needs to send down the snow

To water everything that sits below;

It will fill the streams and life can begin again.”

“Tell us, oh Brother Wisdom; what should we do,” asked the fifth man.

“I, Brother Wisdom, I speak; we must do our part, for the world to be revived;

They say even the mountain is bare; that little snow is on its slopes;

Why do you come to me, brothers?

What do you expect from me that I can do that you can’t do?

Are there no more homes for the bear and caribou?

You must keep this planet clean and safe for us all;

Both human and animal spirit alike;

Do I climb the mountain and call out to Creator,

Begging for mercy upon this earth and her people;

People know that keeping our earth clean is saving our home.

Parts of this earth have gone past help from man, in any normal way;

Only Creator can return to life what is already dead;

Only with Creator is there hope for another day.

As long as you chant to Creator; in this, you’re not in the wrong;

But whatever remains, in Creator’s hands,

It is alive and will heal itself in Creator’s time.

Only miracles from above and blessings of love;

And forgiveness of our ill ways will bring the change

That gives us a chance to continue living on this earth, our home.”

“Oh, Great Spirit, surely you hear our cry,” I continue to chant;

Hear us call out for help to save our home;

This land is where we are all free to roam;

Chant with me, oh brothers; A’ho.”

“A’ho; see our hearts are open; we are true in our request,  

We chant to you, on high, mighty Creator;

We will keep working; we will do our best.

We praise you; for you are worthy, oh Creator;

No one on Earth could ever be greater;

Creator of this universe; Creator of the way;

We praise you; oh, let the healing rains come this day.

We will all do what we must do.

Let the blistering curse across this land be no more.

Let this world, our mother, be the jewel of beauty

In the sky that she is; and we upon her surface,

Let us be content and happy. A’ho.”

Raise arms high and chanting; “Creator, show us your concern; A’ho.”

And as we look up, down falls the wet cooling rain;

A healing balm to this thirsty world comes once again;

“A blessing from Creator; there is hope once more; A’ho;

Earth returns to her previous state, once again;

Beautiful is our world, once more pollution free.

New life in abundance;

Joy in every step of life’s dance.”

Six Natives go back into the forest, returning home.

“Blessed be this earth; A’ho;

Praise to the Creator who loves this earth so much, A’ho.”