Our Shaman
Our Shaman….
For he is the heart of us all.
The Knowing ridges his speaking into fate;
Our fate;
The fate that he observes and we deserve.
Our Shaman….
Watches our hidden self seeping through our skins,
He sees the true face of us all,
Sees……….us.
Our Shaman….
Everything in his glance demands an answer….
But what is the question?
It is we that must find it,
And ask it,
And face it….
And in the questioning we elevate ourselves,
To dare to meet his gaze;
To do more than just wish….
To be worthy.
To stand, proud and trembling,
In the face of all our knowledge,
And seek his notice,
His approval,
His love.
Our Shaman….
All our fathers and grandfathers and great-grandfathers.
All our mother and sisters,
Our ghosts and our angels,
Our devils and spirits converge in him.
Think on what you say…..stranger,
Think on how you stay,
He is our Shaman…….
© Cathie Bagley
Our Shaman is the beating heart of the village, it’s conscience, it’s power. Everything the village is, the Shaman made it so. That’s what this poem’s about anyway!
