It
was the custom of her people
passed
down from her mother
and
eons of generations past.
A
vacant dwelling to be
occupied
once again. But first
a
petition to the Great Spirit,
in
adoration this smoldering
sage
she held prayerfully in
her
hands.
And
too, chants
in her native
tongue
meant to cleanse
and
protect
all who would dwell
in
this place—wispy white trails
of
smoke streaming, a sacred
offering,
and bountiful blessings
for
those yet to come.
Chris
Hanch 11-27-19
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