Friday, February 1, 2013

Sacagawea


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.





2 comments:

  1. 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.

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    1. Dearest 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 ♥♥♥

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