Let Our Hearts Sing Out Without Restraint

Eskimo's Prayer

I am big.

Dancing fills my bones.

A dark past, I tap into.

Rain dances with wind!

A sky festival.

-Oh how the corn grows now!-

The sky speaks our tongue.

-Light flashes in the sky: a prophecy is born.-

The souls of my people shine the way

To the land of the never-hungry.

The rainbow trout swims

Weaving its way through the

Souls of my ancestors.

-The festival never ends.-

In the Sky.

My dancing ends.

Irrelevant and Insignificant.

I am so small.

And I love what She's made me.