Psalm 66

When I first met Grandfather Spirit he somersaulted with joy…
All faces spoke at once… He spoke what I need to know…
He sat on ground… Wrote in dirt…
F… i… d… e… l… i… t… y…
Then he drew a circle… It shone like the sun…

Fidelity is not a word in a book…
It is a drumbeat in the heart…
If we truly listen, we become who we are…
This is the call of our lives…

To become who we are we must re-gather
What we have scattered…

We must retrieve our light from the stars
Till our words grow still like mountains…
Only then can we pray with the Earth…

Fidelity is a compass
Driving us deep into our wilderness…
Our only path home…

It neither conforms nor does not conform…
It is what it is…

It is a mother hen… gathering & protecting life…

It is the heart of the tribe
Reborn in a singular human breast…

There are 8 stones precious to my heart…

F… i… d… e… l… i… t… y…

These are the Word of Grandfather Spirit…

F… i… d… e… l… i… t… y…

Gift to tribe… gift to self…

Kevin Moran 21/9/08

Whakapapa: The psalm came to me after I read the words of the North American Indian sage, Fool’s Crow. Fool’s Crow spoke of ‘Grandfather Spirit.’ The phrase touched something in me & I began to write. The psalm took the nature of a vision quest: a quest to connect with the core… the Self (in the psalm ‘Grandfather Spirit’). The one thing necessary on this quest is fidelity to the unfolding life within us. The psalm spells it out: F… i… d… e… l… i… t… y…

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