I don’t know if Hollywood is accurate
in portraying Native Americans,
their tribes and ways and dances;
If these portrayals are accurate,
then I think the Native American culture
is one I respect and admire.
Their movements are so fluid,
their fellowship thick and a shelter,
and their sense of community shines through.
Each dance of a tribe signifies something specific,
each telling a story.
A dance could be a request for rain
or one of sorrow
or even war.
Many of my good dreams come true,
so I am dreaming, especially lately,
of a tribal dance that we of many
tribes and colors and languages
can all share in.
Instead of many tribes dancing in many circles across the land,
we would form one gigantic loop across this country,
arms intertwined and hearts in agreement.
First we would dance the dance of anger and injustice
against people who would kill others for no good reason.
Then we would express our wish for peace
with our bodies and united souls.
With this powerful force we can stop the hate.
We can and will conquer this land as a harbor of peace,
where children and adults are safe in their schools and places of business.
Where we can all grow to fulfillment and realize our dreams –
if we can just put down the hate.
Lastly, we would join with others and make come true
the wishes of the Great Spirit,
where peace would reign, love would inspire and heal,
and hate would disappear as does the smoke around a campfire.
Amen – Lord, may it be so.