A brother has fallen.
A son of earth has been called away.
When will we meet again?
When will our trails cross?
We carry your memory in our hearts.
We remember you in our mind's eye.
Will you guide us at the river crossing?
Will we see you again in the high mountain meadow?
We will remember you when we hear the beat of the drum.
We will think of you when we hear the sound of the cannon.
Will you gather with us at the council fire?
Will we see you on the ridge trail?
As time is reckoned, we will soon meet.
Long days are between us now.
Farewell my brother, my son.
We'll meet 'round the bend when our trails finally cross.
Now hike on your different trail.
We will walk apart from you for a time.
7/18/88- James A. Dereign
.."And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being. And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter the children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy."
~Black Elk
