Whose voice I hear in the wind,
Whose breath gives life to the world,
Hear me!
I come to you as one of your many children.
I am small and weak.
I need your strength and wisdom.
May I walk in beauty?
Make my eyes behold the red and purple sunset.
Make me respect the things that you have made,
And my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things
That you have taught your children--
The lessons that you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.
Make me strong, not to be superior to my brothers,
but to be able to fight my greatest enemy: myself.
Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
so that When life fades as the faded sunset
My spirit will come to you without shame.
4 comments:
A beautiful prayer. Thank you for sharing it. Barb
Ahhh, I love the insight of yourself being the greatest enemy of all. It is so true.
This is not only a prayer, but a very articulate poem, that could only be written by someone in touch with themselves, nature, and the great spirit.
Well spoken, Yellow Hawk.
If all could have this same insight on life…what a great world we would live in. Thank you for sharing, may this touch and enlighten others.
love that last line, "My spirit will come to you without shame" Beautiful prayer.
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