the most gracious the most verses and me so brother raven i will turn it over to you well just then i'm going to share was inspired when i was driving across stevens pass going across the mountain pass and it was snowing and my privilege vision i sort of imagined i guess that there was a horse ronnie and so it inspired  fall and how waits another snow fall coming around the side of the mountain warrior sioux dances with the crow domo dances with the fox braves dance drums snow horse runs free and that poem has always stayed with me oh thank you brother benjamin now i will go on to something a little different this particular poem is called once upon a grim time magnificent garden of colorful flowers that were firmly planted near unto writ brick wall deep and tall here lived a fickle wolf one day he stepped forth from his  ornate mansion and when they gladsome gleam in his greedy i peered down upon all the little people struggling desperately to make ends meet when of a sudden he heard and he puffed hulloa no way minimum pay effectively bushwhacking the poor from the mansions hardwood floor while by the hour minimum wage is devoured nothing for the sick snarling wounds at the straw door of the poor for the rich pay raises g fire hail lightning strikes the liberty bell who knows can anyone tell who taped it the fresh water well did this our own i was in here through our own ears brighter and wider to unfurl the majestic gallant banner of just much higher and like the resurgence of a vibrant spring grass we are rise to greet at don's beauteous twilight the rising sun as we reach up through layers joseph our brother and long lost fr of the long dark way that i had to climb that i had to know in order that a race might live and grow old look at me i am the dark girl who crossed the rear at sea carrying in my body the seed of the free i am the woman who worked in the field bringing the cotton and the corn to yield and i am the one who labored as a slave beaten and mistreated for the work that i gave three hundred years in the deep in my soul now through my children i'm reaching my goal i had to keep on no deep in my breast the negro mother remember my years with sorrow and make of my years a torch for tomorrow make of my pass a road to the light out of the darkness the ignorance the night lift highway my banner out of the dust let none push you back and the na you life of abuse tired of the blues bursting shackles asunder for justice we everywhere  even if the heavens and earth should crumble in quake yet one end of visible people half exodus through the raging storms of ignorance and hate reborn doe we have been scorned even as they assail and diminish the bright hopes and dreams of inhabitants around the world b themselves deserve there's a flood of divisive ideologies dat are rushing and flooding into our communities you know a poison ing the waters of good faith and so what inspired this is my desire shouldn petrify doctrines to control our lives dece petrified doctrines have exercised a pernicious and awful influence inspired it's called african exiles it was inspired by a woman i met some time ago and she was at one time she was an exile from south africa and to me she stars scattered through the midnight blue pin a trading earth as hard core stars like african diamonds shine upon far off sure's and that particular poem was inspired by just seeing how  the pressure of life can transform these pressures from just a coal black coal to a diamond just like the coals are in the mountains and after thousands because of pressure they become diamonds and this particular woman she was like a diamond because of what she had experienced in south africa and i look around me and i see many is i spoke to i've been speaking to people of various religions and i have a christian friend and i was i asked him about the noah's ark raven in the raven went to and fro until the waters receded from the earth and then and then at that point well my understanding is he said no assumes out  today but they could not find a place to set her foot so the dove comes back to the ark for seven days no assumes don't know about again and if finally the dove comes back with an olive branch and everyone knows it's at don's golden twilight circling the honey gate of beauteous paradise she twirled around honeymoon light and down between yellow analysis spice came from her real go highnesses honeycomb paradise where indra well the below in well of sweet sherry's cream delight now  i will share here just a page from my book entitled the night of kites  this book was inspired by the thirteenth century and this is the story a group of healers who lived in germany's legendary black forest and they would come out the forests and they would bring healing herbs to the local population and but they would have to do it carefully because took place like unto the sweetness of a fragrant gust of twirling summer wind from the deep forest into a waiting car to which came helen and friends heavenly inspired dancing singing like a celestial rio choir when of a sudden in the center of the kitchens open window came a raven likened to days of long ago surrounded by the sun's ancient light like a halo radiant right of few moments helen and the other healers come from the forests gladsome divine notice deputy hind them croaked in shadows of black and gray sat some one who turned his twilight a couple of the healers inspired divine who left the cottage in their hurry to unwind am a few use day peeps from the cry it was de silent ones who lovely mother wiping tears from din with quivering lips she speaks welcome to my home will home me and my son we live alone i'm sarah my silent son his name is herman since his scar upon his cheek he has no fun from fren runs away never going outside to play but in the shadow upon a wooden cheer he sits all day and stare even  not dead bleak girls think scars are manly unique dynegy him gently and sweet warm lips kissed his quivering  like unto the sweetness of candy their results were quite dandy now out in the open without fear with ellen and the others young herman leaped into the bright sun is called the night of kites it's full of stories