The Elders Hand. Poem by Michael Cochrane
The Elders Hand.
In quiet streams where nature knows. Walk gently on this sacred ground, for in each leaf, the spirits sound. The Great spirits breath in every tree. Reminds us all of unity. Listen to the cry of the eagle and look through eagle's eyes. Honor all both great and small, for we are all part of natures call. The circle of life, the sacred hoop, connects us all as a single group, with gratitude in peace we stand, guided by the elders hand.
Michael Cochrane © 2024 23/06
A Beautiful Beautiful poem to thoughtfully reflect and ponder on! .. Beyond #ING And Stars! ..++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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8/28/2026 6:53:33 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
I feel My Mum and Dad are telling or protecting me Bravo! ! !