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Sweat Lodge of Peace a poem by MICHAEL BULL ROBERTS
I stepped through the doorway, the fire’s warm breath,
Trusting the elders, the journey, the depth.
A mountain to climb in the heat and the dark,
Where the stones hold the fire and the prayers leave their mark.
I crawled to the circle, I sat on the ground,
The air hit my lungs, and the drum was the sound.
Wave after wave from the stones burning red,
Kept alive by the keepers, by the wisdom they fed.
The medicine man prayed with a voice strong and clear,
Thanking Creator for blessings, for holding us near.
With eyes closed in darkness, my spirit took flight,
Breathing in fire, I was cleansed in the night.
The pain in my body began to grow deep,
Yet the peace in that lodge was a treasure to keep.
When my turn had come, I spoke from my soul,
A truth never told, making broken parts whole.
The elders stayed silent, their hearts open wide,
Letting me pour out the storm I’d held inside.
I exhaled my burdens in the heat of the flame,
And the healing began as I spoke out my shame.
When I left the lodge, I was weak at the knees,
They lifted me up to the cold winter breeze.
The air cooled my lungs, and my spirit felt light,
I was cleansed, I was free, I had stepped into sight.
At my naming that day, my tears met the sky,
They called me The Heart of the Light up on High.
I knew then my Lord had been guiding my way,
Holding me close through each trial and fray.
I learned I could soar with the eagle’s proud grace,
Stand strong like the bear in life’s hardest place.
The elder then told me, Your knowledge is rare,
The Creator has given you wisdom to share.
Now I walk as a teacher, an elder in name,
Grateful to those who first welcomed my flame.
The First Nations saw me, my truth, and my pain,
Yet gave me their kindness, like sweet summer rain.
Forever I’ll honor the love they bestow,
For they taught me true humanity’s glow.