Remembering True Place

Drumbeats announce the tribal council.

People clothed in deerskin and cloth,

Walk across to the central tent,

Quietly gather and settle themselves.

These are people who know their place,

Under the sky, upon the earth.

Summoning help, inviting presence

From all the forces of the natural world.

Father Sky and Mother Earth

Sister the Coyote and Brother the Deer,

All green growth, all air they breathe,

both ancestors gone and relatives now.

This quiet tribe gives thanks to all

And asks for help with the coming task.

Unless the whole wide world is asked,

The answers they seek will not be true.

Would we could learn from these ancient ways.

First finding our place within the whole

Remembering what feeds and nurtures us

Before we choose to change the world,

Green Tribe of Belonging