Travelers Welcome

Travelers Welcome

Sunday, January 12, 2014

August 10, 1680

by Matthew J. Barbour

The ground trembles beneath us. The ogres are restless.

In the sky above, the awanyu swarm among the gathering clouds. A storm is coming.

The kachina shout blessings from high atop the mesas, while coyote holds court in a stand of pinyon and juniper. All things that once were come again.

In the distance, kokopelli plays his flute. It is a time for rebirth.

The woodpecker strikes beak upon the tree. We march in rhythm with its beat.

Spear, club, and bow in hand, we are prepared. The God of Suffering shall be cast out.

Our independence is at hand.

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