4.12 Listen To My Drum Weep

First Reading

Listen to my drum weep…

As I beat and gently sing an honour song

Of days gone, of the past, of all the wrong…

Children, family, and culture, forever lost

All for the land, the riches, done at all cost…

I sing of lost love, so many lost empty years

Not of anger but grief, a silent river of tears…

I cry for the elders, our men, our women

All those parents, relatives, not forgotten…

The beat of mother earth, the sacred drum,

Beats for the hundreds of millions, I am one…

From creator, ancestors, and all living things

The healing begins and comes, deep within…

So to all my relations, today, past, and future

Listen to my drum weep, to honour, to endure…

All my relations…

(Source: https://jimpoitras.ca/poems/ - used with written permission of the author)