Christine Natale (August 9,1955 / Glen Ridge, New Jersey)
She strides across the land each day
From sacred place to sacred place
What does she see?
What does she know?
Giant woman of Light
Great birds circle along her way
Spiraling the outline of her form
What do they hear?
What do they need?
Vortex path of Spirit
All those to whom our spirits pray
Guardians of this native land
What do you teach?
What do you speak?
Ancient words of Power
We who witness truth today
Must feel and see our mother’s wounds
What will we do?
What will we say?
Human rite of Healing
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