A Native Drum
My hands were wet
From the skin of our four-legged friend
I pulled it tight
It dried to a drum with another life.
The vibration rewards us
The beauty of that creature re-born in sound
Honor it’s sacrifice, bless it’s re-birth
As all things change and become another.
The sinews pull it tight.
A place to hold, a common point of connection
Speak to my heart
Make it resonate.
The blessing was made to the four corners
And to heaven and earth.
We each face time and change
We are free to wander, but limited to this time.
Be the drum, become one with it’s beat.
Lose thought in the rhythm,
Keep your place
Share with the other singers.
Thank you dear creature for your sacrifice
May we also sacrifice for those who come later
The cycle continues
The beat of time is our salvation.
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