Together In This Hoop

To stand with one another through the hardest times
to hold the hand that has none and feels so all alone
to take the upturned face and kiss it once for me
these are the things the Grandfathers always ask of me

To hold the Hearts of those who cry and spend their days alone
to bring the Old Ones in when the weather is so cold
to help the little children find the long way home
these are the things they ask of me when I am all alone

To see through all the words the center of each Heart
to find the place where Peace and Joy can finally find a start
to turn away from anger from hatred and from lies
to turn instead to Hearts when silently they cry

If we are all to make it to the place upon the hill
where Ancestors and Old One speak the words of old so still
if we are all to learn the songs they saved for us of old
then each and every hand here is what we need to hold

No one must feel left out no one to feel alone
for only in the Circle is there hope of going home
so when you sense a tear in your Brother/Sister's eye
grab them in you arms and hold them support them while they cry

For every time we turn away and every time we leave
another of the Old Ones sheds another tear
and these we can not make up if we had a thousand years
only in coming together can we dry their tender tears

So look around this Circle this Hoop that we call home
and bring in all the others who need not to be alone
in holding tight the Circle the Hoop they all died for
we show the Grandfathers and Mothers that we are still as strong.

I send up Smoke and Prayers all the whole day long
I listen on the Wind for lost and lonely songs
I look into the Heart of you and see there still a flame
that we can come together here in all Grandfathers names