Beneath the moons pale glow, Whispers of night unfurl, Ancient secrets softly flow, Healing the wounded world. Mountains cradle broken hearts, With every whispered prayer, Winds carry tales of sundry parts, Restoring souls laid bare. In sacred fires warming light, Herbs and wisdom blend, Mystery dances in the night, Where ailment finds its end. Eagle feather sways with grace, As chants embrace the air, Old spirits steps leave not a trace, Yet comfort lingers there. From distant stars, a guiding song, Illuminates the way, Light and darkness, where they belong, Harmonize and sway. Dreams and visions interlace, Beneath his knowing hand, Time and space both lose their place, In this enchanted land. The touch of earth, the taste of rain, The heart begins to mend, Life trials, both joy and pain, To balance, all must blend. Under skies both vast and grand, Mystic forces flow, The Apache Medicine Man, Heals all, both friend and foe. ~ Copyright Randy Salars
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