Morning Prayer
The daylight whispers inOver the stardust glean
With hot ashes and a cool breeze.
The rocky pines stand in line
Like tall sentinels guards.
Above a hawk hovers high
Over the new fire's heat.
The coffee grounds settle
Within the kettle's black iron bottom
As it nears a roiling boil.
Far off a rattler's coil echos
From out of the bright daybreak hills.
Children cry out for fry bread
With cinnamon and an apple slice or two.
The day has begun as the Sundance drum
Hums with a strong tribal song.
Elders edge in, chairs in arm
Along the circle's horn.
The medicine man makes his way
Inside, to have his say,
Now that all have joined
For the start of morning prayer
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