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Ancestors

 

Around the edges of woods, standing among the trees, fully dressed in ancient regalia, our Ancestors I perceive.

Souls of my foreparents speak from the spirit land, leading and guiding me, by the touch of loving hands.

Through dreams and visions, telling of the trouble they see, continually praying for fulfillment and rest, so the Creator selected me.

Clad in truth and love, filled with integrity, speaking to Freeunion, of preservation and liberty.

Solely with the intent of reviving our precious Native American Indian Legacy.

Heads nod in approval, as the Ancestors smile at me, with appreciation for my struggle to set bound spirits free.

 

---Ruby Lee Whitehurst

 

Copyright © 2003 by Ruby Lee Whitehurst

 

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Standing among the trees, the Ancestors wait!

 "Coming home is near to being a gift of the spirit. Hours have passed and duty has been performed. It is the hour of return - the hour when the circle is completed and coming home is the hour of grace. Sometimes the circle is just a little one - a time of going out and coming back. It doesn't take long. But years can lie between the going out and the coming back. It is the innate compulsion in an Indian to return to his beginnings - the essential completion of going back. Indeed, of coming home. And he can hear the voices, catch the fragrances, and feel the presence of his forebears and it is a thing of grace that renews and restores his spirit." 

--- **Crazy Horse** Tasunka witko