O

Wise Woman,

you came to me in the darkness

on silent feet and spoke to me.

Grandmother,

you watched me searching for the sky.

You heard my heart cry out for wings.

Your spirit,

strong and shining in the chaos,

guided your people with courage.

Your body,

healing from the wounds of science,

slipped through the shadows unnoticed.

You were there.

You gave to me a talisman

of freedom and vision and strength.

Grandmother,

you knew my heart, you knew my soul.

You gave me wings of an eagle

wrapped in soft leather and beaded

by the hand of your grandmother

so that I might always be high.

You gave the gift of creation,

Wise Woman.

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