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  • winterfury@webtv.net
    Aug 15, 2002
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      The Wolf Dance
      Native American Lore
      I wanted to give something of my past to my grandson. So I took him into
      the woods, to a quiet spot. Seated at my feet he listened as I told him
      of the powers that were given to each creature. He moved not a muscle as
      I explained how the woods had always provided us with food, homes,
      comfort, and religion. He was awed when I related to him how the wolf
      became our guardian, and when I told him that I would sing the sacred
      wolf song over him, he was overjoyed. In my song, I appealed to the wolf
      to come and preside over us while I would perform the wolf ceremony so
      that the bondage between my grandson and the wolf would be lifelong. I
      In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat. I sang.
      In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers. I sang.
      In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed -- the link to creation. I sang.
      In my eyes sparkled love. I sang.
      And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.
      When I had ended, it was if the whole world listened with us to hear the
      wolf's reply. We waited a long time but none came. Again I sang, humbly
      but as invitingly as I could, until my throat ached and my voice gave
      All of a sudden I realized why no wolves had heard my sacred song. There
      were none left! My heart filled with tears. I could no longer give my
      grandson faith in the past, our past.
      At last I could whisper to him: "It is finished!" "Can I go home now?"
      He asked, checking his watch to see if he would still be in time to
      catch his favorite program on TV. I watched him disappear and wept in
      silence. All is finished!
      by Chief Dan George (chief of the Salish Band in Burrard Inlet, B.C.)

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