Christ on Stage. A Poem

The curtains are raised, were all on a stage but were not alone.

Accepted by love, remember it’s enough even though others dismiss when they hear your faith.

They leave the audience, but they will always be spectators, sitting but not seeing, watching but not hearing. Oh mute idols let my people go!

The light always overcomes the dark, and even a small flame is greatly noticed at night.

We love, we pray, we speak up when needed and hope for God to break through the barriers.

Love is what they all want to see, love on stage is what we should be. Amen

Romans 13:8 “[ Love Fulfills the Law ] Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for whoever loves others has fulfilled the law”


Wait Any Longer .A Poem

I’m hurting

I can’t fix it

I’m waiting but I’m hurting

The consequences of old choices

A haunting image

A nagging feeling

I get that song so real so fare

No answer but your here

Your there

To live the bondage I will wait

I’ll suffer through my every fate

But how O God will I make it through

A time of waiting just on you

Not for me but for another

The one you gave, the one I made

I cry out, even despair

I tried to turn my back

But my faith is too strong

No in between of right and wrong

So here I am Lord, here I’ll stay

I’ll make it through somehow someway

Even as rage tries to take the home

Our only promise… were not alone

Psalms 119:49-56
Remember your word to your servant,
    for you have given me hope.
50 My comfort in my suffering is this:
    Your promise preserves my life.
51 The arrogant mock me unmercifully,
    but I do not turn from your law.
52 I remember, Lord, your ancient laws,
    and I find comfort in them.
53 Indignation grips me because of the wicked,
    who have forsaken your law.
54 Your decrees are the theme of my song
    wherever I lodge.
55 In the night, Lord, I remember your name,
    that I may keep your law.
56 This has been my practice:
    I obey your precepts.

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Drumming .a poem

At the graduation ceremony on my rez (Native Reservation) yesterday as they drummed, and sang for the 2014 Aabizikaawin Graduates I stood on the stage holding my GED/Diploma and was deeply moved. Here is a poem that later came from that inspiration, and I’ve included one of my favorite drumming videos for you to better feel the heart of the poem. Enjoy and be blessed.

The beat goes on, life stays in the middle.

No top, and no bottom.

New seasons for new reasons.

No beginning, no end, it continues, always changing.

Some dance, some sing, and some stand, outside the ring.

To rise or fall, to find your way,

What is the cost, how can you pay?

Life and death, power and slave,

He will none, to face the second grave.

This I say with no trace of doubt, I know my end will come about.

And this I believe with my whole heart, to God, my creator I will depart.

Cling to what is good, hope for better days.

Love the best you can, hold onto the way.

Even when hard times slow you down,

Don’t let the devil steal your crown.

Keep up the pace of the drum, hold your head up to the sun.

Cuz the current trouble now in motion, will only last like a wave of the ocean.

Though lightning flash and thunder roll be sure the Lord will still your soul.


“O Lord, the king rejoices in your strength. How great is his joy in the victories you give! You have granted him the desire of his heart and have not withheld the request of his lips. You welcomed him with blessings and placed a crown of pure gold on his head. He asked you for life, and you gave him length of days, for ever and ever. Through the victories you gave, his glory is great; you have bestowed on him splendor and majesty. Surely you have granted him eternal blessings and made him glad with the joy of your presence. For the king trusts in the Lord; through the unfailing love of the Most High he will not be shaken. Your hand will lay hold on all your enemies; your right hand will seize your foes. At the time of your appearing you will make them like a fiery furnace. In his wrath the Lord will swallow them up, and his fire will consume them. You will destroy their descendants from the earth, their posterity from mankind. Though they plot evil against you and devise wicked schemes, they cannot succeed; for you will make them turn their backs when you aim at them with drawn bow. Be exalted, O Lord, in your strength; we will sing and praise your might.” Psalm 21

Growing Through Failure. a poem

By Tasha Mae, Oct 2010

Friends grow close, trust instilled
Hidden things become revealed.
Life is great, feelings shared
To what can a good friend compare.
Days spent laughing and much cheer
Times for crying, healing tears.

We all fall, we all have dirt
And this is why we all must hurt.
Pain comes quickly
Cold and chill
Anger bubbles till its fill
But where is mercy?
Where is grace?
It seems to have fallen out of place
Shadows linger in the soul
I need the fruit of self-control.

Run and hide!
Build a wall!
A mile deep
A mile tall!
Lock it out, numb the pain
Shut them up
Make them shame
Shadow now is all around
The wall is deep
No light is found

Heart Broken
One small cry
An echo whispers “You want to die”

My spirit quickens
I know this place
That robs my joy
Without a trace
Righteous anger
Course through the veins
I will not lie down I will not shame

A cry of hope
The cycle dead
The thoughts of Christ rule in my head
Through the valley I must go
Whatever sorrow
Whatever woe.