Glamara66///Tribe

Tribe

My tribe was known before conception

From the universe I was gifted

My tribe to guide, to listen and nurture me.

The heart beats to a rhythm

Familiar yet unknown, like the breath of anticipation.

The tribe beats and calls me home.

My tribe is not familial

That knowledge makes me proud

That I was chosen

Members are still growing, becoming, being, seen, heard

I may be a stranger to some in my tribe

Yet we are linked by destiny.

My tribe is unconditional

My tribe is rooted in the earth

The sea, the air and the stars.

My tribe rises like the beat of the drum

The calling from those in need

My tribe rises

Tribe beats

Tribe beats

My aching heart

My eyes see

My ears hear

Tribe beats

Tribe beats

The drum to call me home

Tribe beats

The drum the rhythm of home

The calling

The welcoming

The warm embrace

Tribe beats

To call me home

Where is your momma?

The people they shout

Tribe beats Tribe drums

Calling me home

Where is your father?

The people they shout

Tribe beats Tribe drums

Calling me home

The ancestors cry

‘They are ok’

Tribe beats Tribe drums

Calling me home

The ancestors cry

‘You are ok!’

Tribe beats Tribe drums

Calling me home

Invited to the table of the tribe to feast

Tribe beats Tribe drums

You are home

Safe in the collective bosom

Tribe beats Tribe drums

You are home