I Go To Pray

I go to pray I go upon the hill to talk to Creator I need no building made by man To pay respects to he who created all I sing his praises to the wind I need no choirs to echo My sacred song of gratitude I walk gently upon the Earth holding a prayer stick in my hands I need no collection plate For Grandfather to hear my prayer I carry in my heart All ancestors who came before I need no alter for a candle For their light shines in my spirit I raise my hands to the sky Allowing my spirit to soar above I need not bow my head For I am not ashamed Darlene Doll Smith - Cherokee