Searching

Searching


by Zenith Elliott
Tuesday, November 18, 2003

I remember as a young girl, living on an Indian reservation in New Mexico. I felt a calm feeling of belonging, as I was taken under the wings of older women as they made jewelry. I have always had a strong bond with nature and animals, domesticated and wild. I know my grandmother who died at an early age was Native American Indian, and that is all I know over years of searching...and so I still search...


I feel your song, weaving wisdom
around barren land, you weep
I feel your presence, singing stories
saddened by callous destruction
of land you loving cherished, you weep
You walked this country, prideful strides
with love and respect for all living things
Wise woman, always strong in spirit
your soul lingers, guiding your decendents
spreading your loving compassion, you smile
I searched high and low for signs of you
whispering to the sun the moon and trees
glancing at the stars, they sparkled knowingly
Communicating with all of nature's beings
they acknowledged your continuous presence
Still I search for more...


Zenith Elliott