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Answers of Peace
~ Dawn Karima


For Duane Brayboy and Daniel Judge

In Solstice, I tell you a story.
A singing Stomp Dance story.
In the Dawn Hours,
the Panthers dance,
shake shells in their claws
into earth and prayers
of stars and water and land.
Last,
We sing of fire.
In Solstice, I tell you a story.
A moonlit medicine story.
In the Dark Hours,
the Bears dance,
build fires and chant
while you pray,
Say
all of the Great Names of a Good God,
shod in Smoke Dance songs.


In Solstice, I tell you a story.
A healing redemption story.
In the New Hours,
the shining of stars
carves through the smoke of sage,
Lays
an offering of rain in the talons of hawks,
who remind us to honor our ways.




Tuscarora Migration

~ Dr Dawn Karima



For Duane Brayboy


As they make haste toward the end of days,
The ache of
Revelation,
This time the heart weighs,
 measured in lucre and found wanting.


Scrolls the angels long to look into,
Ballots the prophets wish they knew,
A murder of crows in the stained glass windows,
Show
You must go.
Do Justice,
Love Mercy,
Walk humbly,
See God.



















Long Days

​~ Cloud Dancer

My days are so long
I shift from chair to chair
Inside to outside
Outside to within

Overcome with worry
Overcome with fear
Hearing no answers

Desperate and despondent
Trying to keep myself above water
Praying for things to remedy

The hardest lesson he’s had to learn
The deepest rock bottom where so much was lost
In a twist of fate
Will this be enough to make the chaos stop
Will he take the time for inward reflection
Will he recognize and take responsibility for his choices?

This could be such a profound new beginning
Or not

My days are so long
I shift from chair to chair
Outside to inside
Inside to

Unknown.



Visitors
~ Orannhawk 

searching
for
the elusive

answers
perhaps 
elixirs

a
potion
tincture
a
feather
to
ease
the onslaught
spiraling
inside

they
came
whispering
reminding
consoling

hawk
crows
cardinals
spiders
and
squirrels
a raccoon
and a fox
tiny town
birds
whispering

holding
space
holding
the
sacred

winds
carry
whispers
in cigar
smoke
a promise
to hold
to remember
to trust

you
are
not
alone

we
remember.