Glimpse

The image rises just as the smoke in memory
Shell, burning tobacco or sage, pouring out
Over the hair, face, cupping in hands and
Pouring over you, the sacred comes in
You know you are on holy ground, holy
Yourself, as you invite all to participate
The smoke rises in a field, as the drummers
Drum, communicating how the heart unites
Us, and the chants are raised beating in your
Body and soul, signaling the sacred beat
In you, in all, in the community a connection
As feet hit earth and dances start, languages
Mix in tongues of delight and it all rises,
As prayer to the sky, to our origin, an
Acknowledgment of Divine life shared