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Rider of the Dusk

When the sun dips low and the sky turns red,
A silent rider lifts their head.
On a blue horse born of cloud and flame,
They ride the trail without a name.

The wind remembers where they roam,
Carving paths between stars and home.
Birds above cry songs once sung
By our ancestors when the world was young.

Each step echoes in the sacred land,
Where spirit walks with an open hand.
The flowers bow, the grasses lean
They know this one, the in-between.

Neither lost nor truly gone,
This rider waits till the night is dawn.
For those who see with open eyes
Will ride with them beneath the skies.

Serin Alar

Mother Bear’s Promise

Come closer, little one,
rest your nose against mine.
I am the warmth in the cave,
the heartbeat beneath the pines.

Your paws are small,
but they carry the blood of rivers,
the strength of mountains,
the memory of stars.

When you stumble,
I will steady you.
When you hunger,
I will share the roots of my spirit,
the honey of my soul.

The winds will call your name,
The earth will guide your steps,
The Great Spirit watches above,
But it is my shadow
that will shelter you first.

I give you my courage,
I give you my breath,
and as long as my spirit lingers
in the song of the forest—
You will never be alone.

Serin Alar

Ahhh and don't forget Charles..... the other pedophiles (old king and queen lizards are dead)


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Born from the White Bison’s Dream

I was born from the breath of dawn,
When the White Bison dreamed beneath the sky—
His spirit stirred the sleeping plains,
And whispered life into my sigh.
Feathers fell like sacred snow,
Each one a prayer, each one a flame;
The rivers sang the songs of old,
And called my spirit by its name.
I walk where thunder meets the bone,
Where mountain shadows learn to pray;
The wind braids secrets in my hair,
And paints the stories of the day.
The stars remember every step,
Their silver eyes, eternal, keen—
They saw the birth of buffalo fire,
They guard the hearts of those unseen.
White smoke rises from the ground,
Carrying voices to the sky’s wide seam—
And still I wander, still I breathe,
Born from the White Bison’s dream.

Proverbs
Chapter 11

1 A false balance is abomination to the LORD: but a just weight is his delight.

2 When pride cometh, then cometh shame: but with the lowly is wisdom.

3 The integrity of the upright shall guide them: but the perverseness of transgressors shall destroy them.

4 Riches profit not in the day of wrath: but righteousness delivereth from death.

5 The righteousness of the perfect shall direct his way: but the wicked shall fall by his own wickedness.

6 The righteousness of the upright shall deliver them: but transgressors shall be taken in their own naughtiness.

7 When a wicked man dieth, his expectation shall perish: and the hope of unjust men perisheth.

8 The righteous is delivered out of trouble, and the wicked cometh in his stead.

9 An hypocrite with his mouth destroyeth his neighbour: but through knowledge shall the just be delivered.

10 When it goeth well with the righteous, the city rejoiceth: and when the wicked perish, there is shouting.

11 By the blessing of the upright the city is exalted: but it is overthrown by the mouth of the wicked.

12 He that is void of wisdom despiseth his neighbour: but a man of understanding holdeth his peace.

13 A talebearer revealeth secrets: but he that is of a faithful spirit concealeth the matter.

14 Where no counsel is, the people fall: but in the multitude of counsellors there is safety.

15 He that is surety for a stranger shall smart for it: and he that hateth suretiship is sure.

16 A gracious woman retaineth honour: and strong men retain riches.

17 The merciful man doeth good to his own soul: but he that is cruel troubleth his own flesh.

18 The wicked worketh a deceitful work: but to him that soweth righteousness shall be a sure reward.

19 As righteousness tendeth to life: so he that pursueth evil pursueth it to his own death.

20 They that are of a froward heart are abomination to the LORD: but such as are upright in their way are his delight.

21 Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished: but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered.

22 As a jewel of gold in a swine's snout, so is a fair woman which is without discretion.

23 The desire of the righteous is only good: but the expectation of the wicked is wrath.

24 There is that scattereth, and yet increaseth; and there is that withholdeth more than is meet, but it tendeth to poverty.

25 The liberal soul shall be made fat: and he that watereth shall be watered also himself.

26 He that withholdeth corn, the people shall curse him: but blessing shall be upon the head of him that selleth it.

27 He that diligently seeketh good procureth favour: but he that seeketh mischief, it shall come unto him.

28 He that trusteth in his riches shall fall: but the righteous shall flourish as a branch.

29 He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind: and the fool shall be servant to the wise of heart.

30 The fruit of the righteous is a tree of life; and he that winneth souls is wise.

31 Behold, the righteous shall be recompensed in the earth: much more the wicked and the sinner.

Proverbs
Chapter 10

1 The proverbs of Solomon. A wise son maketh a glad father: but a foolish son is the heaviness of his mother.

2 Treasures of wickedness profit nothing: but righteousness delivereth from death.

3 The LORD will not suffer the soul of the righteous to famish: but he casteth away the substance of the wicked.

4 He becometh poor that dealeth with a slack hand: but the hand of the diligent maketh rich.

5 He that gathereth in summer is a wise son: but he that sleepeth in harvest is a son that causeth shame.

6 Blessings are upon the head of the just: but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.

7 The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.

8 The wise in heart will receive commandments: but a prating fool shall fall.

9 He that walketh uprightly walketh surely: but he that perverteth his ways shall be known.

10 He that winketh with the eye causeth sorrow: but a prating fool shall fall.

11 The mouth of a righteous man is a well of life: but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.

12 Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.

13 In the lips of him that hath understanding wisdom is found: but a rod is for the back of him that is void of understanding.

14 Wise men lay up knowledge: but the mouth of the foolish is near destruction.

15 The rich man's wealth is his strong city: the destruction of the poor is their poverty.

16 The labour of the righteous tendeth to life: the fruit of the wicked to sin.

17 He is in the way of life that keepeth instruction: but he that refuseth reproof erreth.

18 He that hideth hatred with lying lips, and he that uttereth a slander, is a fool.

19 In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise.

20 The tongue of the just is as choice silver: the heart of the wicked is little worth.

21 The lips of the righteous feed many: but fools die for want of wisdom.

22 The blessing of the LORD, it maketh rich, and he addeth no sorrow with it.

23 It is as sport to a fool to do mischief: but a man of understanding hath wisdom.

24 The fear of the wicked, it shall come upon him: but the desire of the righteous shall be granted.

25 As the whirlwind passeth, so is the wicked no more: but the righteous is an everlasting foundation.

26 As vinegar to the teeth, and as smoke to the eyes, so is the sluggard to them that send him.

27 The fear of the LORD prolongeth days: but the years of the wicked shall be shortened.

28 The hope of the righteous shall be gladness: but the expectation of the wicked shall perish.

29 The way of the LORD is strength to the upright: but destruction shall be to the workers of iniquity.

30 The righteous shall never be removed: but the wicked shall not inhabit the earth.

31 The mouth of the just bringeth forth wisdom: but the froward tongue shall be cut out.

32 The lips of the righteous know what is acceptable: but the mouth of the wicked speaketh frowardness.

WOMAN OF NIGHTFALL

She stands where the river drinks the moon,
where sky unrolls its trembling green —
a Native daughter carved in quiet,
strong the way still water is strong.

A raven cuts the northern light,
its wings like an old prophecy —
remember, remember,
it seems to say.

She does not kneel before the world,
she listens to it —
to ancestors folded in aurora silk,
to name the wind still pronounces.

Her silence is not absence —
It is a vow held between ribs:
that her people will not fade
while even one woman remains
to face the night
without closing her eyes.

Artist and narrator: Elvis Becker

Melissa now off shore of Cuba. Heavy rain and winds continue for Cuba and the Bahamas.

When Jesus’ disciples asked Him how to pray, Jesus began, “Our Father who is in heaven…” (Mt. 6:9). Brethren, this wasn’t a prescription for repetition. While there is certainly nothing wrong with reciting Jesus’ specific prayer on occasion, that was not Jesus purpose in those words.

Prayer is not supposed to be long-winded or repetitive. For such are vanity (Mt. 6:7). God is omniscient. He knows every word before it is on your lips (Ps. 139:4). Do you not realize then that He also knows your every need? (Mt. 6:8)

Jesus gave His followers a model for prayer. It begins with recognition of God’s holiness (M6. 6:9). Adoration, recognition of God’s surpassing glory, and a desire for His kingdom, and to see His will (not ours) done, is primary in this pattern (Mt. 6:10). Are you seeking His kingdom first (Mt. 6:33), or are you busy building your own?

Next comes requests to have our needs met, to receive “our daily bread” (Mt. 6:11). Notice Jesus here is focused on daily requirements, not our greatest desires. This harkens back to Israel wandering in the wilderness, when God provided manna that they collected each day for use that day alone. We need not worry about the future (Mt. 6:34). Are you concerned for tomorrow, or learning to depend on God for your needs today?

After our physical needs comes our spiritual need, that of forgiveness (Mt. 6:12), and notice Jesus connects God forgiving us with our forgiving others. Jesus reiterates this specifically in verse 15, where He exhorts that, if we do not forgive, God will not forgive us. Are you harboring anger? Bitterness? Unforgiveness? I tell you, fostering any of these does not hurt the one against whom you hold them - it only hurts you.

Lastly, Jesus teaches us to pray for strength, spiritual strength to withstand temptation and resist evil (Mt. 6:13). We need such strength from His indwelling Spirit, because our flesh is constantly making war with it (Gal. 5:16-17). Therefore, we must be always seeking to walk in the Spirit, donning our armor (Eph. 6:14-18), and trusting God for the victory in the spiritual battles we face daily.

Christian, if you are not praying such things regularly, I urge you, take time today, and every day, to do so. For this is part and parcel of taking up our cross daily and following Jesus (Lk. 9:23).

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, October 29

"After this manner therefore pray ye: Our Father which art in heaven, etc." Matthew 6:9

This prayer begins where all true prayer must commence, with the spirit of adoption, "Our Father." There is no acceptable prayer until we can say, "I will arise, and go unto my Father." This child-like spirit soon perceives the grandeur of the Father "in heaven," and ascends to devout adoration, "Hallowed be Thy name." The child lisping, "Abba, Father," grows into the cherub crying, "Holy, Holy, Holy." There is but a step from rapturous worship to the glowing missionary spirit, which is a sure outgrowth of filial love and reverent adoration- "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven." Next follows the heartfelt expression of dependence upon God- "Give us this day our daily bread." Being further illuminated by the Spirit, he discovers that he is not only dependent, but sinful, hence he entreats for mercy, "Forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors:" and being pardoned, having the righteousness of Christ imputed, and knowing his acceptance with God, he humbly supplicates for holy perseverance, "Lead us not into temptation." The man who is really forgiven, is anxious not to offend again; the possession of justification leads to an anxious desire for sanctification. "Forgive us our debts," that is justification; "Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil," that is sanctification in its negative and positive forms. As the result of all this, there follows a triumphant ascription of praise, "Thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, for ever and ever, Amen." We rejoice that our King reigns in providence and shall reign in grace, from the river even to the ends of the earth, and of His dominion there shall be no end. Thus from a sense of adoption, up to fellowship with our reigning Lord, this short model of prayer conducts the soul. Lord, teach us thus to pray.

Proverbs
Chapter 7

1 My son, keep my words, and lay up my commandments with thee.

2 Keep my commandments, and live; and my law as the apple of thine eye.

3 Bind them upon thy fingers, write them upon the table of thine heart.

4 Say unto wisdom, Thou art my sister; and call understanding thy kinswoman:

5 That they may keep thee from the strange woman, from the stranger which flattereth with her words.

6 For at the window of my house I looked through my casement,

7 And beheld among the simple ones, I discerned among the youths, a young man void of understanding,

8 Passing through the street near her corner; and he went the way to her house,

9 In the twilight, in the evening, in the black and dark night:

10 And, behold, there met him a woman with the attire of an harlot, and subtil of heart.

11 (She is loud and stubborn; her feet abide not in her house:

12 Now is she without, now in the streets, and lieth in wait at every corner.)

13 So she caught him, and kissed him, and with an impudent face said unto him,

14 I have peace offerings with me; this day have I payed my vows.

15 Therefore came I forth to meet thee, diligently to seek thy face, and I have found thee.

16 I have decked my bed with coverings of tapestry, with carved works, with fine linen of Egypt.

17 I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

18 Come, let us take our fill of love until the morning: let us solace ourselves with loves.

19 For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey:

20 He hath taken a bag of money with him, and will come home at the day appointed.

21 With her much fair speech she caused him to yield, with the flattering of her lips she forced him.

22 He goeth after her straightway, as an ox goeth to the slaughter, or as a fool to the correction of the stocks;

23 Till a dart strike through his liver; as a bird hasteth to the snare, and knoweth not that it is for his life.

24 Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth.

25 Let not thine heart decline to her ways, go not astray in her paths.

26 For she hath cast down many wounded: yea, many strong men have been slain by her.

27 Her house is the way to hell, going down to the chambers of death.

Christian, People come asks people go, but they cycles of the earth are unstoppable. The rivers run to the sea, yet the sea is never filled and the waters refresh the rivers so they never stop flowing (Ecc. 1:7).

This is Solomon’s lament, that is nothing new under the sun (1:9). But there is!

If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation (2 Cor. 5:17)! And like the rivers that continually flow to the sea, so the Holy Spirit continually fills us and guides us in walking with God. His presence is never ending, and even when filled, we can never have too much of His Spirit. As Jesus exclaimed, the Spirit in us will be like “a well of water springing up to eternal life” (Jn. 4:14).

“Therefore be careful how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of your time” (Eph. 5:16).

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Evening, October 26

"All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again." Ecclesiastes 1:7

Everything sublunary is on the move, time knows nothing of rest. The solid earth is a rolling ball, and the great sun himself a star obediently fulfilling its course around some greater luminary. Tides move the sea, winds stir the airy ocean, friction wears the rock: change and death rule everywhere. The sea is not a miser's storehouse for a wealth of waters, for as by one force the waters flow into it, by another they are lifted from it. Men are born but to die: everything is hurry, worry, and vexation of spirit. Friend of the unchanging Jesus, what a joy it is to reflect upon thy changeless heritage; thy sea of bliss which will be for ever full, since God Himself shall pour eternal rivers of pleasure into it. We seek an abiding city beyond the skies, and we shall not be disappointed. The passage before us may well teach us gratitude. Father Ocean is a great receiver, but he is a generous distributor. What the rivers bring him he returns to the earth in the form of clouds and rain. That man is out of joint with the universe who takes all but makes no return. To give to others is but sowing seed for ourselves. He who is so good a steward as to be willing to use his substance for his Lord, shall be entrusted with more. Friend of Jesus, art thou rendering to Him according to the benefit received? Much has been given thee, what is thy fruit? Hast thou done all? Canst thou not do more? To be selfish is to be wicked. Suppose the ocean gave up none of its watery treasure, it would bring ruin upon our race. God forbid that any of us should follow the ungenerous and destructive policy of living unto ourselves. Jesus pleased not Himself. All fulness dwells in Him, but of His fulness have all we received. O for Jesu's spirit, that henceforth we may live not unto ourselves!

Song Beneath the Red Sun

The earth hums beneath her breath,
a song older than the stones.
The wind carries names
that once rose with the smoke of prayers,
folded into the morning sky.

Every heartbeat is a drum,
calling the spirits of dust and dawn—
the same rhythm that teaches
How silence can guide the brave
more than any road of men.

She listens—not for answers,
but for the voice of becoming,

The Raven Keeper

She walks beneath the weeping skies,
With stormlight burning in her eyes.
The ravens know her whispered name,
Their wings remember ancient flame.
In shades of blue her spirit weaves,
Through sorrow’s wind, through falling leaves.
A voice of night, both fierce and deep,
She guards the souls the sky will keep.

Artwork and Story: Team Solis Hue

Proverbs
Chapter 1

1 The proverbs of Solomon the son of David, king of Israel;

2 To know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding;

3 To receive the instruction of wisdom, justice, and judgment, and equity;

4 To give subtilty to the simple, to the young man knowledge and discretion.

5 A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels:

6 To understand a proverb, and the interpretation; the words of the wise, and their dark sayings.

7 The fear of the LORD is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction.

8 My son, hear the instruction of thy father, and forsake not the law of thy mother:

9 For they shall be an ornament of grace unto thy head, and chains about thy neck.

10 My son, if sinners entice thee, consent thou not.

11 If they say, Come with us, let us lay wait for blood, let us lurk privily for the innocent without cause:

12 Let us swallow them up alive as the grave; and whole, as those that go down into the pit:

13 We shall find all precious substance, we shall fill our houses with spoil:

14 Cast in thy lot among us; let us all have one purse:

15 My son, walk not thou in the way with them; refrain thy foot from their path:

16 For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood.

17 Surely in vain the net is spread in the sight of any bird.

18 And they lay wait for their own blood; they lurk privily for their own lives.

19 So are the ways of every one that is greedy of gain; which taketh away the life of the owners thereof.

20 Wisdom crieth without; she uttereth her voice in the streets:

21 She crieth in the chief place of concourse, in the openings of the gates: in the city she uttereth her words, saying,

22 How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and the scorners delight in their scorning, and fools hate knowledge?

23 Turn you at my reproof: behold, I will pour out my spirit unto you, I will make known my words unto you.

24 Because I have called, and ye refused; I have stretched out my hand, and no man regarded;

25 But ye have set at nought all my counsel, and would none of my reproof:

26 I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when your fear cometh;

27 When your fear cometh as desolation, and your destruction cometh as a whirlwind; when distress and anguish cometh upon you.

28 Then shall they call upon me, but I will not answer; they shall seek me early, but they shall not find me:

29 For that they hated knowledge, and did not choose the fear of the LORD:

30 They would none of my counsel: they despised all my reproof.

31 Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way, and be filled with their own devices.

32 For the turning away of the simple shall slay them, and the prosperity of fools shall destroy them.

33 But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.

RED IS THE MEMORY OF FIRE

They told her that some colors
do not fade with weather or time—
they linger the way vows do,
binding the living to those who left shape behind.

They said the earth keeps a pulse
beneath its stones and treaties,
and whoever leans close enough
can still hear the old drums
under every courthouse and churchyard.

They taught that devotion
is not proven by loud witness,
but by tending a small flame
without letting the wind
talk you out of it.

So she keeps what was carried
through grief and burning—
not out of nostalgia,
but because a people survive
by refusing to forget
What once made them unkillable.

When the Wind Remembers My Name

I close my eyes,
and the earth hums beneath my skin
the song of rivers winding through bone,
the whisper of mountains resting in my chest.

The wind carries stories older than words,
it tangles gently in my hair,
telling me that I am still her child
born of soil, breath, and flame.

I hear the river’s slow heartbeat,
the rhythm my ancestors once walked to.
Their shadows drift with the water,
their prayers bloom between each ripple.

Mother Earth holds me
in her endless arms of dusk and dawn.
Even in silence,
I am home.

Art by Serin Alar

Spurgeon's Morning and Evening Devotions

Morning, October 21

"The love of Christ constraineth us." 2 Corinthians 5:14

How much owest thou unto my Lord? Has He ever done anything for thee? Has He forgiven thy sins? Has He covered thee with a robe of righteousness? Has He set thy feet upon a rock? Has He established thy goings? Has He prepared heaven for thee? Has He prepared thee for heaven? Has He written thy name in His book of life? Has He given thee countless blessings? Has He laid up for thee a store of mercies, which eye hath not seen nor ear heard? Then do something for Jesus worthy of His love. Give not a mere wordy offering to a dying Redeemer. How will you feel when your Master comes, if you have to confess that you did nothing for Him, but kept your love shut up, like a stagnant pool, neither flowing forth to His poor or to His work. Out on such love as that! What do men think of a love which never shows itself in action? Why, they say, "Open rebuke is better than secret love." Who will accept a love so weak that it does not actuate you to a single deed of self-denial, of generosity, of heroism, or zeal! Think how He has loved you, and given Himself for you! Do you know the power of that love? Then let it be like a rushing mighty wind to your soul to sweep out the clouds of your worldliness, and clear away the mists of sin. "For Christ's sake" be this the tongue of fire that shall sit upon you: "for Christ's sake" be this the divine rapture, the heavenly afflatus to bear you aloft from earth, the divine spirit that shall make you bold as lions and swift as eagles in your Lord's service. Love should give wings to the feet of service, and strength to the arms of labour. Fixed on God with a constancy that is not to be shaken, resolute to honour Him with a determination that is not to be turned aside, and pressing on with an ardour never to be wearied, let us manifest the constraints of love to Jesus. May the divine loadstone draw us heavenward towards itself.

Sisters of the Snow Moon

(A Song for the Ones Who Walk Together)

We walk beneath the silver moon,
Three hearts, one silent tune.
The snow may fall, the wind may cry,
But never alone do we walk the sky.

Our braids are woven with whispered prayers,
Feathers gifted from midnight airs.
We carry the stories of women before,
Their footsteps echo on frozen shore.

When one of us falters, the others stand tall—
A circle unbroken, we rise through it all.
When sorrow weighs heavy, and words fall apart,
A sister will hold you, heart to heart.

Not born of blood, but born of soul,
We gather each other and make each one whole.
In laughter, in tears, in the stillness between,
We are the light that the cold cannot screen.

And when the long night asks who we are—
We answer in song, like the northern star.
“We are the ones who do not flee,
For love walks stronger when it walks in three

Art by Serin Alar

Daughter of the Northern Wind

The spirit of the land walks with her,
where breath meets snow and silence sings.
Her heart beats in rhythm with wild things,
each pulse a promise to protect what is sacred.

The old ones whisper through the wind,
teaching her the balance of tenderness and power.
To love is to guard without chains,
to lead is to listen without fear.

In her stillness, the world finds peace—
for even the fiercest storm bows
to the gentle strength of her soul.

Christian, when you are in need or in dire straits, or just in general, do you call out to God your Maker? Do you acknowledge Him as your Maker?

God is creator of all and by His will all things exist (Neh. 9:6; Rev. 4:11). The earth and all that is in it belong to Him (Deut. 10:14; Ps. 24:1). What shall man give to or do for God, or what do we have to offer Him that we did not first receive from Him (Acts 17:25; Rom. 11:34-35).

We are but vessels of clay, made for the Potter’s good pleasure (Rom. 9:19-24). Should we not then look to Him in and for all things? It is He who gives us joy. It is He who causes us to sing. It is He who gives songs in the night.

Let us lift up our voices with the songs He gives, that He might be glorified as He desires and deserves.

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Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening Devotions

Evening, October 19

“God, my Maker, who giveth songs in the night." Job 35:10

Any man can sing in the day. When the cup is full, man draws inspiration from it. When wealth rolls in abundance around him, any man can praise the God who gives a plenteous harvest or sends home a loaded argosy. It is easy enough for an Aeolian harp to whisper music when the winds blow- the difficulty is for music to swell forth when no wind is stirring. It is easy to sing when we can read the notes by daylight; but he is skilful who sings when there is not a ray of light to read by- who sings from his heart. No man can make a song in the night of himself; he may attempt it, but he will find that a song in the night must be divinely inspired. Let all things go well, I can weave songs, fashioning them wherever I go out of the flowers that grow upon my path; but put me in a desert, where no green thing grows, and wherewith shall I frame a hymn of praise to God? How shall a mortal man make a crown for the Lord where no jewels are? Let but this voice be clear, and this body full of health, and I can sing God's praise: silence my tongue, lay me upon the bed of languishing, and how shall I then chant God's high praises, unless He Himself give me the song? No, it is not in man's power to sing when all is adverse, unless an altar-coal shall touch his lip. It was a divine song, which Habakkuk sang, when in the night he said, "Although the fig-tree shall not blossom, neither shall fruit be in the vines; the labour of the olive shall fail, and the fields shall yield no meat; the flock shall be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in the stalls: yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation." Then, since our Maker gives songs in the night, let us wait upon Him for the music. O Thou chief musician, let us not remain songless because affliction is upon us, but tune Thou our lips to the melody of thanksgiving.

Feathers of the Dawn

She stands where silence breathes,
wrapped in the colors of the sky—
a cloak woven with memories
of rivers, winds, and whispered prayers.

Feathers drift around her
like thoughts of those who came before,
each one carrying a message—
“Walk gently, daughter of the sun.”

The moon behind her
glows not with distance,
but with remembrance—
It has seen her soul in another lifetime,
dancing between stars and earth.

She does not speak.
Her stillness is a song,
her gaze, a bridge between worlds.

Even the wind pauses,
bowing to the quiet strength
of a spirit that remembers who it is.

Artist and the storyteller: Elvis Becker

Under the Mother Moon

The night hums with the song of beginnings,
soft as the heartbeat beneath the stars.
Life returns to life,
a circle unbroken, eternal in its grace.

The Great Spirit breathes through her silence,
and the wind carries her prayer of love.
In her arms rests tomorrow—
fragile, sacred, whole.

From her strength, the world remembers,
that gentleness is the oldest power,
and love—
The first language ever spoken.