Sometimes when I turn around
And stare into the sky
I see my Grandmother dancing in the clouds
And feel her wisdom speaking to me
Reflected in the pools of water
I see my Grandfather
Walking to his wars of hope
Imprisoned by the rules of those who conquered
Unknowing of his power
In reflected love
We walk the sacred circle
Joining our hands across all times
The chains of our imprisonment
Yours and mine
Are of a time that does not honor the ancestors
Does not hear their whispers to us
In reflected love
Dare always to speak truth
Dare always to whisper the hope of love
Hope as a prayer
Dare always to reflect the love of our ancestors
Dare always to live the path of knowledge
Joining our hands across all times
Dare to walk the sacred circle
Sbec
September 2000
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