“Queh-Keen”
There is a view I thought I’d left,
Way back when once I’d been bereft
Of funded life, career and pay,
When chickie’s took the teat away.But no, it’s always there I guess –
How others live, where God can’t bless
Us easily – our part’s not done –
A shambled life beneath the sun.Responses to this state of being
Quite varied are, for folks are seeing
Life from their saddened points of view,
Then do whatever they can do.Except one thing – “Just turn around
Your life, for you were made from ground,
And by it you’re sustained, of course;
But life begins with deep remorse.“Queh-Keen”, the Cree say patiently –
“Turn ’round” and new life you will see;
Then leave the river-ice behind,
And let its banks now fill your mind.For crossing river-ice that’s black
Is foolishness, so come on back
To solid ice, and solid ground,
And take the longer route around.”“Remorse” will stop you in your tracks;
You hear the ice around you crack;
You’re terrified – “What will I do?”
You cry to heaven, “I’ve been a fool!”“Queh-Keen” – turn ’round – don’t take a step
’Till you’ve turned ’round – the time’s not yet
For you to make a forward act –
Turn ’round – queh-keen – holds life in fact.But no – to turn to Father’s love,
They will not to do – so push and shove
To make life work – “Some other day;
I’ll push on through and find a way”.For yes, from ground you first were made,
But that foundation which was laid
Is not sum-total of it all –
A part’s been gone since at the fall –Your spirit-life bides by itself;
You’ve left Creator on the shelf,
And ventured on your own out here –
You have that point of view – that’s clear.Queh-Keen, turn back to Father’s love;
Shift point of view to that above;
Turn ’round, head for the solid ice –
You’ll find life shifts toward the nice.navigation