Stillness
of the night
on the full moon
disturbed me.
Nothing moved
not even the wind.
streetlights
were drowned out
by the glow
of her light.
Her beams
touched
every surface
of my
sleeping lady's skin.
The odd
silver light
beat away
the darkness
the fought to win.
a time
when dark
battles with light
and the light
gives illumination
in the darkest
of times.
cold frigid air
bites through
the layers
laid upon my skin
as I talk
I prayed
I admired
all that she is.
my glass jar
filled with water
placed
upon the ground
to absorb
her medicine.
Giving thanks
for the
healing medicine
she gives
to those whom
believe and seek.
My lungs
sting with
the icy chill
of the still air
as I lay
tobacco
in thanks.
With a shiver
I turn
my soul
over to her
ways
just for a moment
so she
could assess
my needs
so she
could provide
the medicine
I need.
I return
to my home
to rest
as my lady
brews
the healing
medicinal drink
specially derived
just for my
individual needs.
About the Creator
Sheila L. Chingwa
Welcome to my world.
Welcome to my thoughts.
I am proud to be a Native American Elder born and raised in Northern Michigan. Thanks to my hard work I have a B.A. in Education and a Masters in Administration and Supervision in Education.
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Comments (1)
Beautiful! Miigwech!❤️