If no one were to tell me who God was I see you as an indigenous man and an indigenous woman... together.
Your masculine wears a green and magenta floral ribbon shirt and one braid with a buckskin vest weathered from travel and experience. You wear well fitted moccasins that go up to your calf. You have one small braid and the rest of your hair is free like the wind. A reddish band of fabric around your forehead. Your arms and hands are strong and dark like the color of earth. You smell of cedar and Sage and you appear to me in my visions of childhood distress and pain. You appear in moments of empowerment and you are there even when I can’t see you in my darkest moments. Your arrows are straight and your bow precise and strong. You walk with and shapeshift into the bear, the wolf, the golden eagle, the deer and the buffalo. You are timeless and have no age. You are father, grandfather and you are God.
Your feminine is gentle and strong. A strength of vulnerability and wisdom. You carry songs and wise ways of healing with every plant at your side. You are beauty. Your face is beautiful and matriarchal. Your moccasins are made in a style that cover your gentle kisses of feet to earth. Your ribbon skirt is made of denim blue with a beautiful floral shirt and turquoise around your neck. You wear turquoise on your wrists and ears. Your hair is in a single braid down your back and dark as the night. Your eyes are wise, powerful and nurturing and you always show up to hold and contain me in my darkest hours with the masculine at your side. You prepare poultices and teas. Medicine bundles of all forms and you get me through the screams of pain and loneliness. You smell of crisp strong plants and earth and water and the sun. You are warm and protective and you shapeshift into Wolf. You are mother... you are my mother. You Are God.
You caretake my heart and my soul and I love you.
At times I have no idea how to call on you or pray to you...
I have spent many days in confusion as your son.
Walked with the teachings of the ones who attempted to destroy and bury us.
Those teachings confused me and made no sense to me as an indigenous son of yours creator.
So if no one were to tell me who God was this is who I see and you are beautiful and have weathered so much.
You are resilient and the stars are in your eyes. The moon is in your heart and the sun too.
You are who I call on and when I don’t know how to pray I call for you. When I’m scared and lonely I scream for you. When I don’t feel I can take another step I walk to you.Today is one of those days. I am so afraid I am so afraid. Will you come to me now God..?
Hold me now
Hold me.
















