The Red Road glows in his presence:
stained glass prisms bleed the summer sun
of yellow, green and ruby onto his being.
At the center - standing inside depths unimagined,
praying for pity, not from pride;
at the center - reaching through Seven Directions.
Eagle feather wafts sage and cedar smoke ~
breathe soul-deep; rising voice, quickened drum
draw us up in blessed union.
Seeing truths behind our blindness
~ encircled, encircling ~
Forgive our ignorance; accept our tears.
© 2012, Vicky M. Semones