Till we can sing again

In the sweat lodge, we sing traditional Lakota ceremonial songs, in the Lakota language. They're very beautiful, and singing last night is what prompted me to write this poem.

We help each other: when one of us is not strong, we help to hold them, until they're well again, and when we're not strong, someone helps to hold us. We help each other. What other work is there? 

Peace