Faith Comments in poetry by the Oquaga Spirit. What is faith? Nature speaks. On Oquaga Lake she speak a lot. She talks on cloudy days. She talks sunny days. I was fortunate to make the acquaintance of the Oquaga Spirit on hikes in the Catskill mountains. Oquaga Lake in surrounded by forests. My spirit on the lake was a female. She was of the Lennie Lenape tribe, The internal link explains how the women were in charge of the community. The spirit spoke in the 1st poem in 1985. Ten years later, 1995, she spoke once more of faith. This poem also will be the subject of a 2nd blog. Faith and knowledge help spiritual growth.
|Religion was primarily an individual matter for Woodland Indian people. It permeated everyday life. The world of the Great Lakes Indians was filled with a host of spirits (manido; plural manidog). They inhabited trees, plants, birds, and animals. I have one internal link. For a span of over 15 years, I was their house piano player.|
Cosmic phenomena were considered spirits. These included the sun, the moon, thunder, lightning, the four winds, and the thunderbirds. The Great Lakes Indians gave offerings of tobacco. These offerings were constantly given. They had many purposes. Among them:
Faith Comments on “Faith” – Different takes. Here is the earlier one of 1985
The wise know that the Sun shines behind the clouds.
Though the day be dark, they believe in light.
Knowing that clouds, no matter how thick, will disperse;
And clouds are only temporal; while the Sun endures.
Those without faith falter when the skies darken.
Seeing the heavens overcast, they forget the source.
And become despondent, thinking the day is done.
Their sight is stopped short by mere fluffy veils.
Those unfortunates scoff at the utopian belief in faith.
For them the vapor of clouds is more real than the divine.
And if there is no overcast, they’ll sow the seeds of rain;
Making reality confirm to the clouds in their heads.
Clouds are but thin impostors above us.
A mask to fool those of little faith.
For even in the thick of a full-fledged storm.
The eternal source of happiness is somewhere shining.
Faith requires the patience to out wait the darkness.
The fury of winds, rain and hail combined
Often come to test the tenacity of man.
But in the face of faith, the storm will fade.
Faith Comments Also Apparent in Pictures