With so much in our news these days related to Indigenous people, this little Cree poem brings an insightful story to our attention. The brief, creative style, sites a challenge we all might share. A beautiful poem to share with friends!
- Sister Patricia St. Louis csj
The truth is
I have mud on my hands
from digging roots
The truth is
I brought them to you
It is the truth
I worked to get them
And complained
while digging them up
The truth is
Once I got back here
And saw your face
It didn’t matter,
that work
- Cree poem.