I Cured With The Power That Came

I Did Not Know Then How Much Was Ended. When I Look Back Now From This High Hill Of My Old Age, I Can Still See The Butchered Women And Children Lying Heaped And Scattered All Along The Crooked Gulch As Plain As When I Saw Them With Eyes Still Young. And I Can See That Something Else Died There In The Bloody Mud, And Was Buried In The Blizzard. A People's Dream Died There. It Was A Beautiful Dream.

Every Place Is The Center Of The World.

Now Suddenly There Was Nothing But A World Of Cloud, And We Three Were There Alone In The Middle Of A Great White Plain With Snowy Hills And Mountains Staring At Us; And It Was Very Still; But There Were Whispers.

And I Say The Sacred Hoop Of My People Was One Of The Many Hoops That Made One Circle, Wide As Daylight And As Starlight, And In The Center Grew One Mighty Flowering Tree To Shelter All The Children Of One Mother And One Father.

If I Thought That I Was Doing It Myself, The Hole Would Close Up And No Power Could Come Through. Then Everything I Could Do Would Be Foolish.