Sacred Mother

My people walk upon the Earth gently, respectful of those who walked before whose atoms mingle in the stardust sprinkled from shore to shining shore. My people hold Her sacred, and cling to a long chanted prayer that all who walk upon Her face will find sacred teachings there. My people feel Her spiraling rhythms And Ghost Dance to Her holy hum. We touch Her face ever gently With unquelched tears of countless sum. She bows her noble, gray head to acknowledge The many who have been lost, and none can count the blessings wasted of their lives forever and savagely tossed. But, She no longer sings of murder. She longs for quiet and peaceful fires. Her green and blossoming outstretched arms Strong now, promise hopeful and lovely spirals. It is upward from her dust that we must look for peace And open our heart past hate and vengence. Now is our time to dance and welcome back The sacred Mother of splendid vestal vestige.