Thread: Tacompsah Poem

Tacompsah

When you rise in the morning, give thanks for the light, for your life, for your strength. Give thanks for your food and for the joy of living. If you see no reason to give thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
When your time comes to die, be not like those whose hearts are filled with fear of death, so that when their time comes they weep and pray for a little more time to live their lives over again in a different way. Sing your death song, and die like a hero going home.
Let us form one body, one heart, and defend to the last warrior our country, our homes, our liberty, and the graves of our fathers.
Live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.
Show respect to all people, but grovel to none.
A single twig breaks, but the bundle of twigs is strong.
Always give a word or sign of salute when meeting or passing a friend, or even a stranger, if in a lonely place.
From my tribe I take nothing, I am the maker of my
own fortune.
When the legends die, the dreams end; there is no more greatness.
Prepare a noble death song for the day when you go over the great divide.

JJust want to share this with you all as i fount it to be Uplifting and sad in the same breath

I really like that goda, very deep!