Art: Leah Dorian
We pray old lies will die,
that visions will dance on the land,
that we will learn a song to heal the Earth
and bless the four directions,
the five colors of people and of corn,
that everyone,
black, white, yellow, red and mixed
will see the sacred light
that weaves creation,
into a dazzling pattern
where life is supported
by the interaction
of every creature
the force that created thinks of.
We stand on the beach
by the edge of the water
and weep,
let grief wash the madness away
until we see the beauty
in the sun.
Light wakes us
from life's nightmare,
and we sing.
~ Gail Tremblay
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