Swaying Peace

From the Great Sea
to the Father of Waters
they came to dance
and pray for visions
of peace.

The smoke of fires
and ancient calumets
rose into the night air.

The men and women
with running step
and stomping feet
circle slowly
to the words and chants
of the singers.

Is this a long ago
and ancient rite
being peeked upon
by those who attempt
to recreate history?

Is this the vision and hope
of 21st century man
who wishes for something
thus far unattained
by our society and world?

The smoke of fires
from bombs dropped
rise into the night air.

From both Great Seas
and the Father of Waters
let us come together
to pray for visions
of peace.