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 your sinewy trails with in 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 that they do."

O. Fred Donaldson

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