There has been ceremony here;
I feel it in these medicine stones.
Every atom vibrates with ancient knowing.
The peace eagles make it pure,
But the song rings through the air just as it did
The day I was born.
There is ceremony here;
My song, my people, my privilege.
Peering at family who've carried the wisdom
of beauty and celebration -
Circled through space to let me through the door -
My infinite privilege to know your presence.
Even my courage to let you in -
and out and in like tidal waves in my teeming universe -
Comes from the wonderment
I've caught in glimpses.
My longing overrides my fear;
I prey to be devoured by your grace.
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