May the sun warm the earth,
that your tiny bodies were so unceremoniously buried in...
May the cool, clear waters of these, your islands and coastlines,
act as salve on the aching hearts of your families and communities...
May the trees and stones and creatures,
of these, your unceded territories, finally guide you home.
And may you know, that you were always missed, never forgotten,
and that you are loved, and grieved, then, and in the here and now...
...by your families, by your communities,
and by those of us clad in the unearned privilege, of lily-white skins,
who know, what we have done.
With all the love and humility I have,
May 31, 2021