Speaking with the Stars

It’s easy to have faith in the stars.

They sparkle radiantly, lighting the

Paths of worry and heartache.

Guiding us to hope, holding happiness

By the hand and returning us home.

We spend countless hours

Knees bent in prayer

Honoring the Creator with gratitude.

Cleaning with smudge smoke in waves

Mimicking the nearby creek.

We will dream of moccasin held feet

Dancing on the wings of a summer breeze

Roaring alongside the embers of a fire,

Hot and steady.

We will sing the songs in a rhythmic pattern

Collecting the beat of the drums.

Telling the old stories, letting our ancestors speak

Projecting the language of our homeland

Keeping the voice alive and well within.