Sunday, January 8, 2017


With warmth, can dreams stir?
Like an ancient seed waiting for the moment,
it is time to release the wisdom we hold.

Miraculous is the soil that sheds decades of neglect,
and returns to prairie.
Centuries of prairie waited patiently in its body.

As in ours.

Out! Out! Out of storage.

What lies in us, ready to step forth?
What seasons in our bodies, ripening with time?

This is the time.   We are hungry for vision.
When elders led at Standing Rock, they were ready to listen.
It is time to listen.

And time to let our stirring dreams free.

1 comment:

  1. Thank you for sharing this thoughtful poem. Having been in Turkey,I shudder every time I hear about the bombs, the shattered lives.