Others show grief through expressions of deep sorrow.
Some believe the dead will rise again.
Some keep their ancestors around.
Some fear the dead.
In our country we are to be excited, prepared, waiting to become part of our god again.
We will be the wolf snarling after the freezing hare.
We will be the buffalo standing as a collective whole.
We will be the great grey hawk reaching down to grasp the life out of the river as our wings stretch up to keep us the lofty creatures.
We will be the dust as it gathers in the desert while a great storm whips up the earth and the air to be one.
I ache to be there to be a part of our land again.