~ Speak of Me ~



Speak of Me

By Darren M. Grine


I am the raindrops of spring

I am the warmth of summer

I am the serene colors of fall

I am the tranquil winter snow

I am the whispers in the wind


Although my time here was short

I was celebrated as a native miracle

My life on Mother Earth brought much joy

For reasons unknown, the Great Spirit needed me

While I’m no longer here, you will forever know I’m there

Speak of me, and you will always hear my voice

from the past.


Copyright©2008 Darren M Grine


This poem was written and by request for a great cause. I was contacted by Anita Bracken requesting assistance for her search and dedication project of locating names of Native American families of missing memorials. Anita’s project was very inspirational to me and my motivation to write this poem was to let people know that "the ones from beyond can inspire the ones here".

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~ Dedications ~

Fools Crow and Black Elk
I am dedicating this site to my Sioux (Dakota) heritage, to all Native Americans, and to those who admire, appreciate, and honor the traditions and beliefs of the Native Americans.
My inspiration derives not only from my heritage, but to all the Native People before me who experienced the colorful and the not so colorful events in Native American history.
Some of my inspirations include Frank "Fools Crow" and Black Elk,  two great Holy Men and Ceremonial Chiefs of the Sioux. In their honor, I'm presenting both their pictures and an inspirational quote from them.

Sioux Holy Man and Ceremonial Chief Fools Crow
1890 - 1989


"A man who has something and doesn't share it has nothing."
-Ceremonial Chief of the Teton Sioux, Frank Fools Crow-





Black Elk - Oglala Holy Man
1863 - 1950


“Everything an Indian does is in a circle, and that is because the Power of the World always works in circles, and everything tries to be round. . . .The Sky is round, and I have heard that the Earth is round like a ball, and so are all the Stars.  Even the Wind whirls as it reaches its greatest power.  Birds make their nest in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours….,” -Black Elk, Oglala Sioux Holy Man-




Lakota Prayer

Wakan Tanka, Great Mystery,
teach me how to trust
my heart,
my mind,
my intuition,
my inner knowing,
the senses of my body,
the blessings of my spirit.
Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear,
and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing of each glorious Sun.

To the Native People, the Sacred Space
is the space between exhalation and inhalation (contentment).
To Walk in Balance is to have Heaven (spirituality)
and Earth (physicality) in Harmony.


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