Thursday, March 24, 2011


Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
Hear me, for I am small and weak,
I need your strength and wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever
Behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand things
You have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
In every leaf and rock.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
But to fight my greatest enemy-myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
With clean hands and straight eyes.
Who when life fades, as the fading sunset,
My spirit may come to you without shame.

Traditional Native American Prayer in American Indian Healing Arts

Most of the time the authors are able to say what tribe the poems or prayers they’ve collected come from; but apparently this one either very common or it’s so old nobody knows who said it first.

It looks like I'm spiraling back to the old ways; again. Sometimes I envy the folks who are sure of their place in the spiritual universe. Then there's the rest of us.

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