Come and Sit, a poem for my Medicine Wheel Circle
Sitting in a Sacred way,
With each new sun, we offer and pray,
To East and North, South and West.
Walking the Wheel, loving our best.
We honor our tears, past, now, and yet,
Ancestors guide us through every threat,
And trial and season and even each love.
Our Elders teach honor to Sky Father above,
Earth Mother below, and the Nations around.
May we follow the Medicine Wisdom we’ve found,
Until one day, we be Ancestor ourselves,
To guide the Seven generations that in love may dwell.
In Peace, Humility, Compassion too,
If none have said it today, I DO love YOU.
-C.M.
Little Journeys Everywhere 