It came into view through the last wisps of fog
Then disappeared and must have wheeled
Because now it’s drifting obliquely and giving us the eye
Before slipping away
Winged blessing
Over this angular space where we share the air
Called by drums and elders
Circling, I see unity
Songs of power and healing radiate warmth
A small boy gives me a red felt feather that I pin to my jacket
Everyone is smiling
When the dancing begins the eagle returns
In spirit
The breath of the chanters flies up
Out of the cloistered square into the timeless sky
Reclaiming the echoes that reverberate to longhouses lost
Circling, I see pride
Beautiful regalia worn with serious grace
Shared resolve winding through us all
As the drums pull dancers into song hearts
Spirit moves
Smiles fly across the crowd
On eagle feathers
David Trudel © 2013
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Eagle
It came into view through the last wisps of fog
Then disappeared and must have wheeled
Because now it’s drifting obliquely and giving us the eye
Before slipping away
Winged blessing
Over this angular space where we share the air
Called by drums and elders
Circling, I see unity
Songs of power and healing radiate warmth
A small boy gives me a red felt feather that I pin to my jacket
Everyone is smiling
When the dancing begins the eagle returns
In spirit
The breath of the chanters flies up
Out of the cloistered square into the timeless sky
Reclaiming the echoes that reverberate to longhouses lost
Circling, I see pride
Beautiful regalia worn with serious grace
Shared resolve winding through us all
As the drums pull dancers into song hearts
Spirit moves
Smiles fly across the crowd
On eagle feathers
David Trudel © 2013
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