Bedonkohe Blood

BEDONKOHE BLOOD Great Spirit here come I in humble prayer child of your Bedonkohe blood and line. I raise my hands to recognize you there and plea you recognize this heart of mine. I know you welcome all into your light And let my way, as through this death I go, Be swift and sure, if bad or good or right As certain as blood of Geronimo. Look! Is my line not tied to what's his past? And does this not bring us our only choice To bide amongst the tribe from out our past? To gather in your light, and raise one voice Of this, our song, our voices unified And handed down through time, where we have cried. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet