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.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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