 You are bridge. You carry us over tumultuous time. You who can hear and answer with quick remedy. You are ready before we ask. You who can speak through tongues of trees and fire and water. This earth cannot hold you. We pound the ground and you appear, oh ancient ones. You who can make lightning strike with the flick of a skirt. You who can make tornado turn with the spin and span of hips. Take us there to the place of knowing peace.