Ghost Dance - Poem #48

Ghost Dance - Poem #48

A Poem by toritto

My father has much pity for us
my father has much pity
I hold out my hands toward him and cry
in my poverty I hold out my hands
in my poverty I cry.

Wovóka the Paiute
received the Na’nisa’ana
in a vision directly from God
on the day of the black sun.

And God said tell all the nations the word;
Live in peace
and I will bring you together
with the spirits and a new earth
in happiness and abundance.

Wovóka the prophet carried the sacred word
to the Caddo, Lakota and Cheyenne
and the people began to dance
Na’nisa’ana

Wearing the magic shirts
they could see the relatives
who had left their bodies
hear the thunder of the buffalo
knowing the earth would be reborn.

The spirit host is advancing they say
the spirit host is advancing
they are coming with the buffalo they say
they are coming with the buffalo
they are coming with the new earth.

In the mists of Cheyenne autumn
shocks of corn and burning leaves
the spirits of the Sioux will dance
they are coming with the buffalo they say
coming with the new earth.

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© 2018 toritto


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Added on August 30, 2018
Last Updated on August 30, 2018
Tags: native americans, ghost dancing, spirituality