Vision Quest

The Word Weaver: March/April 2007 Vol 13 No.2 

Vision Quest

 

Bring me the sunset in a cup

the Eagle said to the boy.

You sit here upon this precipice

So close to my nest

Sent here by elders, you vision quest.

 

On the third day 

Your belly aches

No water, no food.

Filled only by the cool night air

I soar above you.

Greak darkness blankets your bare flesh.

 

And than the dream 

cleansed with cedar smudge

Shy you enter the spirit lodge. 

Bear and Silver Wolf  unravel from the

smoke.

Racing skyward

And braid around my wings.

 

Flowing white hair from grandfather’s head

Fall toward the flame.

The sunset you can have

 the wise one says

In return, one white feather to place upon

the boy’s head

Our people are hungry and through your

 eyes

we must hunt.

 

Carry the vision seeker with talon feet

Snatch jeweled fish below.

When the sun rises on the fourth day

Our people will gather,

Give thanks to you

Perched on the rim on the setting sun.