The Evermore

poetry, spirituality, mysticism

I come to you in a peaceful embrace

I stand before you as a fellow brother

I look upon you fondly as a member of my people

Behold, this sacred pipe, the Chanupa, the Calumet

Made from the glowing red clay of the earth

Scraped from the floor of a Minnesota valley

I am pleased to share this with you as we face

One another in an intimate ceremonial circle

Our prayers ascend like thoughts amplified

Upon spiraling tendrils of smoke drifting

Gracefully up to the Great Spirit

Linking us to the evermore.......

I am the cry of a fearsome warrior

I am the words of a lonesome prophet

I am the shadow of a medicine man

I am spirit encapsulated in flesh......

I am the feather of the divine eagle

And the rich shining fur of the roaming buffalo

Just like my father, grandfather and ancestors

I only wish to run free across this great land

To enjoy the warm afternoon sun upon my face

Feel cool rivulets of rain descend on my skin

These false borders, these frontiers, these fences

These walls, are nothing but a facade, an illusion

Created by mankind to entrap and enslave

The spirit of an entire nation forgotten

I look upon your familiar face in the firelight

And it looks worn out, worried and tired

The weight of your possessions is heavy

Lay it gently down into my arms

And I will carry your burden freely

I carry this message with honor and respect

To all of my relations upon this planet

I give you the empathy of a humble man

And the recognition of a holy man