The Moon Calls to Bravewarrior - a Poem
The Moon and I
Have a connection.
It leads me in my direction.
The Moon speaks to my Cherokee Spirit –
I never fail to predict its fullness –
The Moon sets the clarity on which I lie
In anticipation of the newly arising sun
By which a new day’s dawning will
Give me purpose.
The Moon speaks to my Cherokee Spirit.
I revel in its still revelations.
I discover myself and redeem my invocation.
The Moon is my Star,
the Guiding Light of my Cherokee Soul.
I look to the sky for Cherokee’s Gods and
That of White Man
I revel in both.
I am Bravewarrior!
Shauna L Bowling
Refining, Defining or Rhyming
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I have Cherokee on both sides of my mom's family. I was never chastised for my heritage, however I can relate to this song.
© 2012 Shauna L Bowling
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