Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives life to all the world,
hear me, 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 the things
you have taught my people.
Let me learn the lessons you have
hidden in every leaf and rock.
but to fight my greatest enemy – myself.
Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my Spirit may come to you without shame.
(translated by Lakota Sioux Chief Yellow Lark in 1887) published in Native American Prayers by the Episcopal Church.
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There are a few of you that read this blog and are friends of mine on Facebook. It seems as though for the second time someone has tried to hack into my Facebook account. While there is little that can be gained from that, I will admit that I am tiring of it. So in the next few days if you see me disappear from that site, it is only because of this issue. I truly don’t use Facebook for much other than posting links to this blog.
A special thanks for recent E conversations with my great friends Ron and Darlene.
I thank you for stopping by.