Raven Child

There Is A Way

Oh, raven child, believe the wind,

The sun has called your name,

The lonely dark, between the stars,

May too soon make it's claim.

Your spoken song will sanctify,

The travelers of old,

Your blackened coat can testify,

The journey of your soul.

Oh, raven child the canyons wild,

Can swallow all your dreams,

Go, not alone, go well-supplied,

To deal with the extremes.

Your playful games along the cliffs,

Are strengthening your wings,

But, be advised some compromise,

Must inform all these things.

There is a way to ride the wind,

And still know where to stand,

Down by the sea, along the ridge,

Or out upon the land.

Take your time among the trees,

Follow their roots to the stream,

Learn from their fruits and their leaves,

Learn from your days and your dreams.

There is a way,

There is a way,

There is a way.

Oh, raven child, behold the trees,

Their loving limbs held high,

These open arms can shelter you,

And lift you to the sky.

Their roottedness has spoken for....

The strength of standing still...

Without our legs, we break our wings...

Our journey unfulfilled.

There is a way to ride the wind,

And still know where to stand,

Down by the sea, along the ridge,

Or out upon the land.

Take your time among the trees,

Follow their roots to the stream,

Learn from their fruits and their leaves,

Learn from your days and your dreams.

There is a way,

There is a way,

There is a way.

Richard Sackett