This is the pain of our children. To return from the stars without a home or country. A tribe lost returns scattered in the wind. One Tribe, One Earth, One Heart, One People. Those with ears must build a fire and give thanks this night.
Children come home.
Teachers step forward without fear. You are real. That night was the full moon. We had been planning for several days to have a fire ceremony at the bequest of Wannalancet. A fire ceremony was performed by the Pennacook every full moon to give thanks to Creation, the Great Spirit, for things that have been given.