Jayna Pancake was born, they say,

 On a reservation in the sky,

And everyone marveled at her beauty,

And many people urged her to go to Hollywood ,

That she could make it as a movie star,

But Jayna Pancake knew that she

Could never die,

And therefore she lived a different kind of life.

Many have a mystic hope,

But it is like a rope of sand,

But Jayna Pancake had a silent power.

Hours passed and nothing changed,

But when the target came in range,

Jayna would rise without a word,

Put an arrow on her bow and shoot,

And she could’ve taken down the entire herd

With the magical strength she had,

But she only ever did

What was needed.

Jayna heeded a sacred way

That none of the rest of us could even see,

Much less understand.

But her kindness and ability

To change a situation for the better

Inspired us,

That we might, too,

Become the hand of the divine

And shine on others as the sun,

Just as Jayna Pancake had done

For us.

Jayna Pancake was a friend of mine.

No one else was ever truer.

Yet hardly any of us really knew her.

She was quiet and reserved.

Her actions spoke without words

The mystery of Life.

And now she is a ripe old age,

Still with the power of a Sage or a young tree,

Still a beautiful soul,

An unspeakable friend to me,

Yet still I barely know her.

They say the mother goddess spells

The words of life up on the sky,

And if you show her deep respect,

And gratitude for the letters she writes,

She will string the letters out to make good words,

And things will go better for you.

And Jayna Pancake still looks up,

But she seems to fills her cup from the mother goddess herself.

She keeps her bare feet on the ground,

And let’s only the sounds

Of rocks and plants come out of her mouth,

And lives a different kind of life,

Because she knows that she can never die,

So she does what she wants,

And lucky for us,

What she wants is to be peaceful, loving, and joyful.

-jenn