Originally Published:
TJC Touchtone
Volume 12
Page 21
How I wish I could peer through
the eyes of those who came before
me.
To walk the earth in barefoot peace.
To see the sun, the moon, the stars
in the sky the way they did, awesome
and unobstructed by the white man's
way of life.
To worship my God beneath each
with their simplistic understanding,
as surely was his plan.
To walk behind the great hunter and
feel his unyeilding prowess.
To see his
love of life, his soul as
free as the eagle.
To experience his masterful touch.
To see him in the faces of our
children.
Still I must walk with the white man,
for he is my brother also, and
masquerade in his world, for it is the
only one left.
