This closing song was inspired by a visit to Mishoomis Point in Frenchman’s Head, on Lac Seul First Nation in the summer of 2017. In the 1930s, a reservoir was created by flooding Lac Seul for the construction of the Ear Falls dam, destroying manoomin beds, burial grounds, traditional fishing and hunting territories. One of the communities on the reserve was separated from the mainland and many families were relocated as a result of the flooding. Despite the destruction, Lac Seul is a beautiful and sacred place. The manoomin harvest is still practised in the surrounding lakes and other Anishinabeg communities. With careful stewardship, manoomin can return to Lac Seul and flourish on Turtle Island for future generations.
Words and music by Beverley McKiver (SOCAN)
There’s a place where I’ve never been before
When I get there I’ll know that I’m home
Where the eagles fly above my head
And my toes are warm in the sand
Unseen hands brought me to this place
Unseen hands brushed away my tears
Together we’ll stand in this place once more
And we’ll know that our love is strong
I stand on the shore of the lake of grief
Where the laughter of children is gone
I find a feather on the ground
And I know that hope is still here.
I hear the voices of ones so dear
Whom I’ve never met before
I see their spirits in my child
And I know that they endure
What once was lost can be found again
What was broken can mend and heal
With so much beauty all around
I forget my sorrow and pain.