|Friendship ... long ago back when people were given their first
instrument, the drum, there was singing, playing, pounding and listening to Mother's
heart beat (drum). They were rejoicing and feeling the joy of living. All of the
birds and things gathered around to listen. They too wanted to join in, so bad, to
the joy of this song. The word was given that the next day, the birds would be given
song. The one that could fly the highest would be given the most beautiful song of
all. That night they were all anticipating the day to see who would fly the highest.
There was a little bird with wings about an inch long or so. His heart was just bursting
out wanting to sing in joy. He knew he couldn't with his little wings so that night
he crept up and snuck up under the wing of the great eagle and he stayed there. When
the new day came they started out. The eagle just bounded up and started to fly.
He started to fly with great strength and courage. He was aware of this little bird
under his wing but he paid no attention he just moved upward and upward. Then soon
all the birds had been left behind. He still carried that little one higher, higher
and higher. They were way up and clean out of sight. The eagle's heart gave all the
strength that he had in his wings and he lifted his wings with one last great thrust.
Then that little bird leaped out, fluttered up a little bit higher and they both
came down, down to earth. So the little bird flew higher than the eagle. The Creator
blessed it with the most beautiful song. The great bird that carried him up so high
that he touched the heart of Creator has been blessed ever since too. But the little
bird felt shame and remorse. He didn't really understand the love of Creator even
though he had his song in his heart. That little bird up north, you might hear him,
he will be way back in the thickets by himself. He is called the Hermit Thrush. He
shares a very special place in the heart of Creator and a very special bond with
the great eagle.