Hidden Grace
Hidden Grace
(shilombish holitopa ma!)
In an old church near Broken Bow
(ishmminti pulla cha)
Men sit one side, women on the other.
(hatak ilbusha pia ha)
All men are brothers
(is pi yukpalashke.)
And like the oak we grow.
Hidden Grace
Hidden Grace
(shilombish holitopa ma!)
In an old church near Broken Bow
(ishmminti pulla cha)
Men sit one side, women on the other.
(hatak ilbusha pia ha)
All men are brothers
(is pi yukpalashke.)
And like the oak we grow.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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