For the sake of the future and unborn generations To provide a spirit trail for them to follow The old man dances.
In a candle lit cedar planked room Wooden benches along the walls Filled with the community of prayer helpers. The old man dances.
He is beyond age. He breathes calmly as his feet stomp to the strong drum beat. His eyes are penetrating, already looking through this reality to the next. The old man dances.
Though dressed in poor work clothes, I see him in what he has earned-- Red and black flowing cape, with shell-button totems: They are dancing with him. The old man dances
To honor the Creator's gift. He knows that a gift not honored a gift not given Is quickly lost.