Gkisedtanamoogk A poem by Annette Joseph

i met with my dear friend gkisedtanamoogk to share thoughts and ideas during breakfast when i was at seminary.  Because we are so close to the reservation there some mornings people were not so discreet in their thoughts about me meeting with him.  You could see it in their faces, in the quiet whispers with pointing, and they missed the entire point.

I see the stares

The whispers

The pointed fingers

The laughter


They do not understand

The heads bowed in

Sacred friendship

The words of God

Spoken at the table


They only view the outside


Never viewing deeply

Lacking understanding

Missing love




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