Prayer ...
Never as in this ent time s my words ...
and I hope at least that the Indian wisdom let me find that Force
momentarily abandoned me ...
"Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice is heard in the wind,
whose breath gives life to all things .
Listen, I need your strength and your wisdom.
Let me walk in beauty,
ago and that the my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Let my hands to nature in all its forms
quickly and that my ears hear your voice.
Let it be wise
and can understand things you thought for my people.
Help me to remain calm and strong
in front of all those who are against me.
Let me learn the lessons
you have hidden in every leaf and every rock.
Help me find the actions and thoughts pure
to help others.
Help me find compassion
without overwhelming the contemplation of myself.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy: Myself.
Let me always be ready to come to you
with clean hands and look up.
So when life fades,
as the sunset fades,
my spirit may come to you without shame "
unknown origin
Handed down from Tatanka Mani (Walking Buffalo that)
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