There was a symmetry,
balance
in the telling of the story
around the roaring fire
of the union of the four
races
to the four elements – fire,
water, air, and earth
of the way we are bound to
the elements,
to one another, in harmony
The telling of the white
people, bound to fire,
the sources of innovation,
of modern life.
Of the black peoples,
connected to water,
source of life, the ability
to find water
in the arid desert, remote
places
The yellow people, masters
of the air,
home of kites and wind.
And the red peoples, tied to
this earth,
mother of us all. How
wonderful the telling
the story of us, in the
binding one to the other
elements and peoples, in
balance in the natural order
the way of things on the
earth, on Turtle Island
Edited May 5, 2013
“Four Races – v2”
“Four Races”
Words of Thunderbird Turtle Woman
Our mission trip, from Wesley United Methodist Church ,
to the Down East Maine
Mission ,
East Machias, ME
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