In a circle, we gather
hearing songs, the beat of drums
the rhythm of life, of our journeys, our fears–
the storyteller weaves his tale,
drawing us into his heart,
into our own.
Finding our voices, finding the beat of our hearts,
we follow his lead, and go deep
inside, cleaning our wounds,
chasing the pain away, becoming
strong, becoming whole
again, for the first time in this life.
Young men offer the storyteller
gifts from their heart, from their ancestors,
eyes of all misting in gratitude at the ending of
suffering, the cleansing of darkened hearts–
In a circle, we become complete.
–Neal Lemery 5/20/2012