By MariJo Moore
And when the last secret of the world is known
life will begin again.
When time has crawled inside itself
and discovered it never existed,
when the river spirits blacken into
the bluing mouth of the sky
then we shall know there is,
there always has been
a sacred place where the spirits gather
to pray for us all.
© 2009 MariJo Moore
MariJo Moore (Cherokee/Irish/Dutch) is the author of a dozen books including Spirit Voices of Bones, Confessions of a Madwoman, Red Woman With Backward Eyes and Other Stories, The Diamond Doorknob, The Boy With A Tree Growing From His Ear and Other Stories, and the editor of four anthologies including Genocide of The Mind: New Native Writings and Eating Fire, Tasting Blood: Breaking the Great Silence of the American Indian Holocaust. The recipient of numerous literary and publishing awards, she resides in the mountains of western North Carolina where she presides over rENEGADE pLANETS pUBLISHING.
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