Standing Rock

                                                                                                                  Oceti Sakowin Camp, standing rock

                                                                                                                  Oceti Sakowin Camp, standing rock

Their voice, their tears,
their songs, their prayers, 
ring in the space in my chest,
carving pathways of remembrance
to my essence/Soul/gift.

I remember, I remember,
the plains, wide fields vibrant with life,
red rocks, steep cliffs,
seeking and receiving nurturance,
calling for rain, 
praying on my knees with elders,
feeling the fire burn through my pain. 

Who is there now? who is now praying
in gratitude and giving thanks to Life,
let me be humble again,
let me release my tears
for thousands of years
of separation,

on this sacred soil
to grow new seeds of healing and forgiveness. 
It's not too far now,
the dawn is near, I feel the sun coming
in the darkest, coldest passage.

Here, give me your hand, 
raise your head and feel my touch,
we begin again,

today is the day we rise.