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Into The Flames
An Eagle Soaring High Above; Evening Skies
Tinged With Golden Hues, Oranges, Purples, and
Blues. Campfires Glowing all Around, Canyon
Walls Repeating Ancient Cries of a People not
Heard. Alone, Lost in the Dancing, Leaping
Flames, There One of the Grandfathers Came to
Me. His Face Aglow with the Wisdom of the Ages,
He Asked, Granddaughter, Why do You Weep?
Reaching Out for the Hand that Reached for
Mine, Our Hands Passed with No Worldly Touch,
But Yet, I Could Feel His Presence and He Mine
- The Sacred Circle Remained Unbroken.
Grandfather, I Shed These Tears for Our Lost
World - Just as Our Earth Mother Mourns an
Innocence Lost, Rivers Which Once Ran Pure;
Crystal Skies, Azure Blue. Where are They Now?
Where is My World? Do Not Be Afraid and Do
Not Worry, Your World is Here. Where
Grandfather? I See Only Your Face. I Cannot See
My Lost World, My Lost Identity. Oh
Grandfather, Where Have My Ancestors Gone? Be
Still! Be quiet! Listen to the Wind, and Watch.
There! In the Flame! A World Unlike Any I Have
Seen
Our World Before the White Man Came, a World
of Beauty, A World of Hope, a World of Our Own!
Grandfather Said, We are Alive! This is a
Place of Joy and Wonder, A Place all Our Hearts
Remember. Then, I Saw Them - They Did Not Die!
There They Wait For Me. There! In the World
Beyond the Flame.
Shirley Ann Norman
Cherokee/Lakota Heritage
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