In the spirit of the sun I offer my hand to you in friendship
Hoping in my soul that you reach out to grasp the kinship.

Shall we share our past, the place from whence we came.
Will you extend your hand toward mine, tell me your name?

In the spirit of the sun I offer my ears to you in friendship
Hoping in my soul that you will help build our relationship.

Shall we listen to stories of our native land and kinsmen,
Will you tell me of your heritage, tales of now and then?

In the spirit of the sun I offer my eyes to you in friendship
Hoping in my soul that you return the gift of fellowship.

Shall we see into the spirit of the shadows of our ancestors,
Will you behold the facts I show, the truths of my begetters?

In the spirit of the sun I breathe in the scent of friendship
Hoping in my soul that you detect the need of comradeship.

Shall we partake of the aroma swelling within the air we breathe.
Will you heed your nostrils, protect the pleasantry with sheathe?

In the spirit of the sun I open my heart to you in friendship
Hoping in my soul that you mirror the desire of companionship.

We shall declare the depths of our very being with one another
We will share our hopes and dreams, bestow one to the other.

In the spirit of the sun I offer my hand to you in friendship
Hoping in my soul that you reach out to grasp the kinship.
© 2002 Ruth Norman