The Shepherd's Heart: Badlands

To some, it is a vast wasteland. Others see the physical beauty of the place. For me, the place had a very special spirituality to it. Recently, I tried to describe that spirituality in a poem. I hope you like it.

Badlands

Spirits soar through vast domains
Where red men chased the herd
Before the whirlwind from the east
Blew death in undeterred

Rock and cliff form shadows deep
When sunrise breaks the sky
And harbor spirits within the keep
When evening sun rays die

Badlands tell the story
They sing their last refrains
Echoes of the Glory
Seem to be all that remains

Spirits soar through valleys wide
Where ghostly dancers sway
To summon spirits from the past
To light the ancient way

Now spirits lie in shallow graves
Where bloodied nations fell
Beneath the needless onslaught
Fueled by the fires of hell

Badlands tell the story
They sing their last refrains
Echoes of the Glory
Seem to be all that remains