Native American Prayer
Oh Great Spirit whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives life to
everyone, hear me.
I come to you as one of your children. I am weak. I am small. I need your wisdom
and your strength.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunsets.
Make my head respect the things you have made and make my ears sharp so that I
may hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand what you have taught my people and the
lessons you have hidden in each leaf and each rock.
I ask for wisdom and strength. not to be superior to my brothers but to fight my
greatest enemy, myself.
Make me ever ready to come before you with clean hands and a straight eye, so as
life fades away as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.
Yakoke
Copyright © by Scarlett Anderson
Copyright © Scarlett Sepulvado Anderson | Year Posted 2010
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