Pilgrimage of Honor
The first people
made this spirit path
when the trees were young
and the ground was soft.
Remembering the old ways
we walk with humble steps.
Every breath a promise
to do no harm and leave no trace.
Beneath the cottonwood,
the dead lie sleeping.
silent witnesses,
to our pilgrimage of honor,
We offer water
to the four directions.
Our prayer flags rise
as we say these words.
Honor to the land.
Honor to this place.
Honor to our ancestors.
They prepared our way.
