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To know the ways:
The wide rivers’ courses,
the secret trails
untrodden by the steps
of those who walk without seeking,
the unseen traceries
left by the flights of birds
like lace across the sky:
For this she journeys
with the makers of maps
and of history,
plotting her own charts
invisible to others:
She crosses inner meridians,
strange horizons,
new wildernesses of the heart.
Emma this is a fabulous poem about an amazing woman Sacagawea. Again you have been selected to be a voice. To be her voice. Even though it is a different time and you live in a different place it matters not when you are selected by Spirit to speak. Spirit cares not as to where your body is. Spirit cares as to where your soul is. Sacagawea knew the flight of the birds, the current of the rivers and the secret trails of the forest. A beautiful story of a courageous woman in time told by a courageous woman in her own time, crossing inner meridians, strange horizons, new wildernesses of the heart.
ReplyDeleteDearest Deborah, your own words here moved me to tears.. I have read them over and over again and I am deeply grateful for them. Thank you so much, dear friend ♥♥♥
DeleteSacagawea was as much of a true pathfinder as Lewis and Clark who led the expeditions she accompanied them on - and honestly, she was more so: she did it all while caring for her young son (as this haunting painting shows), and it was due to her great tact and skillful negotiations (and her knowledge of the indigenous languages) that saw the expeditions pass safely through many an otherwise-threatening encounter. Your moving poem fully does her spirit justice, Emma, thank you.
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