Dear Trisha, Congratulations, this is just a quick notice to let you know that your poem
The Medicine Bag is one of the poems being featured on the PoetrySoup home page this week.
Thanks again and congratulations.
Sincerely,
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The Medicine Bag © 
March the centuries on,
the talisman wraps and
clings to the collar bone.
The medicine bag cups holy
bones that speak of the
future, flint and stone to
make magic fire
strong medicine in the
feather of the eagle
a tooth of the wolf when the
spirit guide is he
Should the moon's cycle be
the guide. an agate stone
Antler bone, its spirit
sacrificed, meat and juices
hiss into the fire on a wintry
night
Amulets forever worn 'round
the neck touched by hands
to reassure
Fear, pain and loss subside
Joy celebrated stroked in
thanksgiving, always there,
a comfort
To lose it was to lose one's
self
The medicine bag still adorns
the educated, the modern
the agnostic
Turquoise of a native people
rosary beads for a strict and
vengeful God
a locket filled with a
beloved's hair
hippy beads from the time of
peace signs and Haight-Ashbury
a gold chain dangling stones
ripped from the earth
David's star shining over
centuries of darkness
A shark's tooth from the icy,
indifferent depths
silver charms jingle and talk of
life's landmarks
the gold cross celebrating a
vicious torture
worry beads from a
mysterious and ancient cult
a modest grain of sand
coated with oyster spit
the ashes of one that can.t
be let go, lest it diminish the
life that remains
Medicine bags…all
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