Weighs the Truth
Hear me, my chiefs,
And know I am one
With the Mother,
Her sacred wind
Soothes my mind.
I have been called
To swim in the waters
Of honorable intent.
Hear me, my chiefs,
And know Sacred Mystery
Guides my personal creed.
I will walk gently upon
Her bosom, respecting
The drums of our ancestors.
It is the way of our people,
It is the path I will follow.
Hear me, my chiefs,
And know this world will see
A worthy warrior.
Ancient knowing grows
On the plains of my soul.
With each moon I will
Speak with my relations
And drink of her wisdom.
Hear me, my chiefs,
And know I will not forget
To walk in our traditions,
Living in the moment
Of eternal Creation.
Clear mind will cultivate
Peace and all will see
One Who Weighs the Truth.
Copyright © Pamela Davison | Year Posted 2005
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