Pow Wow

I long to dance and chant around the orange crackling fire in front of my tribe, the Sioux Hot humid July night. Sweat and passion. Kick up the dust from my ancestors teachings. Yip and scream my heart's desire. We are one. God is to be feared. He made us to be revered. Join me, won't you? Release your fear, worry, and doubt! And dance and shout! Celebrate this hallowed night. The elders gather. The youngin's bob and scoot. This is sacred time. Sacred land. Our stomachs full of nurturing food from the creator. Bears, wolves, mountain lions dare not enter our camp. We are the danger. The Chief and Medicine Man nod from across the fire. The warriors dance. The princess' prance. Great design? Or all by chance?