"The ground on which we stand is sacred ground. It is the blood of our ancestors."
Chief Plenty Coups Crow
You have been called home
In your heart
You hear the winds of change
In your soul you see the ancestor�s vision
In your skin you feel the yearning of home
Walk the sacred journey home
To a place you began
And now hear the four winds calling you
To the beginning of the end
The elders gift you with dreaming of the path
The tree of life calls you to rest in the dreaming
Calling you to the roots of the Mother
Birthing you to the journey ahead
The spirit of the wolf runs with you
The soaring of the eagle�s wing gives flight to you
The hoofs of the buffalo resound as beating drums to you
The leaves of the tree whisper lyrics of home to you
You are being called home
It is a sacred journey
On the blood of our ancestors
You are being called home
Sbec July 2000
For all who hear the call home and their sacred journey
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