As one closes one's eyes
to humble oneself,
the feeling of understanding,
loving and sharing
comes to us.
Our ancestors gather around
in a sacred circle
singing and chanting.
Our heart becomes a drum
with each beat.
The smell of sage, sweetgrass,
cedar and tobacco rises
with our prayer to the sky.
As we call out,
"Grandfather, I pray
for all my relatives,
young and old.
Keep us safe and strong
and in good health,"
I now know that
I don't stand alone.
Copyright ©2001 David G. Valdiviez
