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Grey Wolf
We are sending you
to that Great God.
Tell Him
That we, who invented forgiveness
do not forgive;
That we, who speak of trust
can not trust
That we, who invoke faith would
not believe.
I write as though you could
read.
But I know you understand.
When you have left the forests
and tundras
and no longer leave you sinewy
trails within the snows,
tell Him that
you were made on a different
day.
Your howls of bewilderment
will echo with the mountain winds,
And your songs will join those
of the whales.
Tell Him for me,
"Forgive them Father for they
know not what they do."
---O. Fred Donaldson---
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