Spiritwalk
Writings
Carlos White Eagle
A long time ago when I was a boy, a time for change had come.
I must leave childhood behind, the things of the child’s world I must
shun.
So I went to my friend Strongheart. He was the wisest one I knew.
I told him, "Old one! My time has come. What in the world should I
do?"
"Go to that hill. Sit and Wait."
So off I went up the hill with a blanket in my hand and a lot on my mind.
I was so tired. "Why can’t Creator talk to me down below?"
But, I sat down in the best place I could find.
Well, I sat for a very long time. It got very late.
"Just how long for the Creator do I have to wait."
Morning was here and my head fell to my knees.
I woke to be encircled with warm rings of white light.
In front of me, a campfire; and sitting across from me
Sat a figure of a huge White Eagle.
They were a magnificent sight.
Yes, I said they because they were male and female both.
Their words were like a breeze blowing through my mind.
They told me Creator said for me to be his word.
But, I must be good and listen and never be unkind.
As you can see the White Eagles and I are one.
But I didn’t want to listen. I wanted to have fun.
So now, if I speak, don’t think I’m some kind of nut.
Now what Creator tells me, I repeat, no matter what.
Respect and appreciation are the words that I must say.
Live by these and every day will be a great day.
~ Carlos White Eagle
Seen an angel lately, son.
Well, I did and it was fun.
Think all of them have wings and fly?
Better not! Or they might pass you by.
Mine had long black, sweeping hair.
Face divine, brown, and beauty rare.
There I lay at death’s door.
Looked up, there she was standing right on the floor.
Dressed only in a sheet of mist.
Shape so lovely, no man could resist.
Didn’t stay long or say a thing.
But a nuance of hope and life she did bring.
Now I’m up and fit as a fiddle.
Even getting a little pouch in the middle.
Hey! Angel this poem’s for you.
Thanks for being there and seeing me through.
~ Carlos White Eagle
