My Ancestors and I 

I am still… and I find that quiet place.

I go within myself,

where my ancestors spirits, 

meet me in the meadow.

We sit around a fire

My ancestors and I 

With them , I have laughed

With them, I have cried.

They have shown me things of the past 

and shown me things yet to come.

They have shared with me great truths,

They have spoken words of great wisdom.

I’ve been shown things of beauty.

I’ve been shown horrible crimes.

I’ve seen things that have amazed me

and things that have made me cry.

Looking through their eyes,

we became as one.

I saw battles fought, lives lost

And horrors beyond imagination

I was shown crimes against the native people

Seen as if I were actually there.

Through the eyes of my ancestors

I felt their pain and I cried their tears.

But I also felt their courage

Their great strength that came from within 

Through their connection with the Earth 

And with The Creator of all life and all men

Written by Angela Ohm