Sunday, November 25, 2012
Song for the Day
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed, the link to creation.
In my eyes sparkled love.
And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.
—Chief Dan George
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Red Maple