Pointing The Way

In the search for Crazy Horse,

  I found myself

 

He freed my voice,

  as he opened up my heart

 

Sharpening my words

  like the tip of his lance

 

Leading me through the forest

  back into the light

 

Across the wide prairie

  where the winds blow free

 

The sun not only rising

  —but pointing the way

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)

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