The Book of Ohuhihneht Mehmnieht Ahkehkt,

[DO NOT SING] Today we continue through the Nemenhah Sacred Records with The Book of Ohuhihneht Mehmnieht Ahkehkt, daughter of Maymihts Ahkehkt. Her record begins with words that mark the end of an age. Mayntinah is no more. The great city of her fathers is gone. So Ohuhihneht takes up her bundle, gathers her family, and leaves the homeland of her ancestors. They cross the barrens and the plains... traveling eastward until they reach the forests beside the great river called Mihsihnsihp. There they establish a refuge. But Ohuhihneht wants her descendants to understand something. Leaving Maynteenah did not mean abandoning their sacred heritage. From time to time, the people returned in pilgrimage. They remembered their fathers. They added to the sacred records. And they carried copies of those records back into their new settlements. Then Ohuhihneht records an extraordinary promise. The writings kept in the Sacred Mountain would be preserved. And even if no servants remained to protect them... the Peacemaker Himself would preserve them until the day He would bring them again into the light. But Ohuhihneht's story is not only about records. It is also about family. She had borne no children of her own. Her husband, however, had children from an earlier marriage. And when Ohuhihneht accepted him... she accepted his children as hers. She rejoiced that although she had been childless... she had become mother to many. “These are my children,” she declared. “And they are Nemenhah.” Then the families began again. They cleared land. Built homes. Planted crops. Established their places of worship and council. And they carefully limited the size of their settlement so the land would not be overburdened. This was Zion in a new place. Not because they had rebuilt Maynteenah... but because they still walked the Way. Ohuhihneht admits that beginning again was difficult. The climate was different. The food was different. The people around them were unfamiliar. Their old world was gone. Yet the Peacemaker remained. And perhaps that is the great message of her record. A city can disappear without Zion disappearing. Because Zion is not merely a place. It lives in people who remember. People who preserve the records. People who care for the land. People who become family. And people who continue walking the Way of the Peacemaker... wherever He leads them. [MUSIC GENTLY BUILDS] [BEGIN SINGING — VERY SHORT] Carry the Way... Into new lands... Keep the record... Hold His hand... Though cities fall... His light remains... Peacemaker... Lead us again. [END]