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BUFFY'S SONG AND RISING ABOVE IT ALL

BUFFY’S SONG AND RISING ABOVE IT ALL IN A LAKOTA SWEAT-LODGE Love, lift us up, where we belong. Love lift us up, where we belong (rise above it all) Love lift us up where we, belong, (creator help me for I am pathetic) Love lift us, up, where we belong, (Great Spirit help me in my time of need) Love lift, us up, where we, belong (I feel the stone people, I feel their love) Love, lift, us, up, where, we, belong, (I am now without strength) Love, lift us, up, where we belong. (the medicine man has locked eyes with mine, he looks through, to my soul)   Love lift us up, where we belong (the love is growing stronger and more tangible) LOVE LIFT US UP WHERE WE BELONG (god is here, god is love) (Exhaustion has taken over our bodies like a possession. Our minds have separated from their anchors and are opened up, we are emotionally naked. Love lift, us, up, where we truly belong (I feel the support from my only brother) Love- (I have so far to come) The drummers and singers are reaching their crescendo now. Lift us (I am no longer alone) The music is angelic. Up (rising above societies’ filth) I am somehow forgiven. Where we (all of us have a single mother-father) I have a new family. Belong (I have found a path) Some say it is the red road.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

Copyright © December 2007 Mark D. Kilburn

Additional Notes:
We truly are never too old to learn. Imagine my surprise to learn that Native American Spirituality comes down to beleiving in the one Creator and healing through prayer. I call it christianity with balls.In fifty years this had to be one of my best experiences. With a lot of help I have gone from being suicidal to having written a screenplay and am starting the book this week. Of course without the links help I never would have had this oppurtunity. I beleive Mel continues to help me just as she always did. If using and dissecting Buffy St. Marie's words offends anyone or if anyone feels I have plagerised her my apologies, her words are what got me through it all. thanks link and all who've helped me. mk


This Poem was Critiqued By: Thomas H. Smihula On Date: 2008-01-07 11:20:00
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
Mark, I do see the rhythme within this piece. My only suggestion to this wonderful lyric is to place the parenthesis part above the 'Love list us up, ...' portion of the poem. Well done, Thomas


This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2007-12-07 01:49:38
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.00000
I admit being dumb here. I honestly do not know who Buffy St. Marie is...lol. Nice write though. Always, Rene'
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2007-12-06 07:41:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Beautifully penned, one is with you in the sweat lodge and the experience you have shared with us simply touches your soul.........Love indeed lifts us all up where we belong and especially so when we reach out to the ONE that has loved us from the beginning. We all miss Mel in one way or another; she truely was an inspiration to us all in many ways............I am sure she is watching over you and always will. God Bless, Claire
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