Pagan Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pagan

Still in prairie
I feel the cold's burning
And of past, am thinking;
Ice, frost, and tepee
With the harshest living.

Mother Earth is naked
With fog as blanket…

Sun and moon are the same
When cloud, thick, covers
With halo sending kiss
Like roses in snow,
White and red.

I picture the old days
When people like McKay
In the name of the faith
Set laws and demanded:
"Remove this Meteorite! "

To him the stone was
An icon, superstitious
For people who prayed!

With such a mean action
The priest scattered
Children and parents…

So, listen Christian
Am proud and faithless
When see the devil in
Your ugly or dumb face!

If your God is the God
I remain the pagan…

My God is Spirit
That lives in everything;
In trees and the beasts
And currents and the fish…