For Alvera
Father of the golden mountains;
Maker of the eagle’s flight;
Giver of the river’s waters
And the glowing moon at night.
Grant us peace among our brothers.
Give us joy within our souls.
May our paths be filled with beauty,
As we see each dawn unfold.
Grant us strength, wisdom, and honor.
Guide us by Your mighty wind.
May we see that perfect sunset,
As we reach our journey’s end.
My Aunt Alvera, who was a Christian, asked me to write a poem about her Chickasaw Indian heritage, so this poem is dedicated to her. She passed away December 2, 2014 at the age of 93. She and my Uncle OB always lived close to us when I was growing up and they were influential in my life. She had six sisters and one of them was my mother, Evelyn. All of my cousins loved her and she considered us her children. I pray that this poem is a blessing to all who read it and think of her.
