Cree Name Poem
Jason Miller
When he came into the world,
the umbilical cord
was tied in a knot.
This didn’t trouble us,
for he was a BIG
healthy baby.
Later, he canoed upon
troubled waters. The earth
opened its heart and invited
him in.
Trees, rivers, and animals
relieved the brutal winds
of life.
Sitting on a river he imagined
waters, characters, and magic.
Imagination swirled his mind
with castles, delicious food,
and beautiful lands;
a wondrous escape.
Eventually, he began to read
about the whimsical creations
he had once imagined.
But he had no outlet.
Maybe he could express
his fanciful ideas by
putting pen to paper.
Ideas can’t float away once
they are set in stone.
After he began to write
new friends arose from the
pages. He could control the world
of his pages, bringing compassion,
hope, and justice to all.