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Prayers 2

A Native
American Prayer
O' Great Spirit,
Who's voice I hear in the winds, and whose breath gives life, 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 rock and leaf.
I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother, but to fight my greatest
enemy which is myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So, when life fades as the falling sunset, my spirit may come to you without
shame.
Author Unknown.....
A Native American Prayer
"Oh
Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds,
and
whose breath gives life to all things, hear me.
I come
to you as one of your many children.
I am
small and weak, I need your strength and your wisdom.
May I
walk in beauty. May my eyes ever behold the glorious sunrise,
and may
they see as much mystery in your small miracles as in your great ones.
Make my
hands respect the things you have created,
and my
ears sharp enough to hear your voice.
Make me
wise so that I may know the things you have taught your children,
the
lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
Make me
strong, not to overcome my brothers,
but to
be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me
ever ready to come to you with pure hands and straight eyes,
so that
when my life fades as the fading sunset,
my
spirit may come to you and stand before you, without shame."
Author
Unknown
O ye people,
be ye healed;
Life anew I bring unto ye.
O ye people, be ye healed;
Life anew I bring unto ye
Through the
Father over all
Do I thus.
Life anew I bring unto ye."
Unknown
A Prayer For Eagles
"And he will raise you up on Eagle's wings,
Bear you on the breath of dawn,
Make you to shine like the sun and,
Hold you in the palm of his hand."
An Apache Scout Prayer
"Grandfather
of all Scouts...
Teach
me to be the eyes of my people.
Teach
me to move like the shadow.
Allow
me to become the winds, the rocks,
the
soils, and the life force in all it's forms.
Allow
me to suffer for my people and take away their pain.
Honor
me by allowing me to die for my people.
For I
love my people beyond myself and I will
sacrifice
my all for my people, my earth, and for you.
Test me
beyond all hardship and pain.
Create
me as you would forge a tool, and
if you
find I am worthy, then bless me
as your
servant - your Scout."
Shadow
Walker
1807,
Age 91
Panther
Ridge
Black Elk's Great
Vision
"Then
I was standing on the highest mountain of them all,
and
round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world.
And
while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and I understood more than I
saw;
for I
was seeing in a sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit,
and the
shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I
saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops
that
made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight,
and in
the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter
all the
children of one mother and one father.
And I
saw that it was holy."
Black
Elk, 1931
Earth Prayer
"Grandfather,
Great Spirit, once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice. You
lived first, and you are older than all need, older than all prayer. All things
belong to you -- the two-legged, the four-legged, the wings of the air, and all
green things that live.
"You have set
the powers of the four quarters of the earth to cross each other. You have made
me cross the good road and road of difficulties, and where they cross, the place
is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are the life of things."
Hey! Lean to hear my
feeble voice.
At the center of the sacred hoop
You have said that I should make the tree to bloom.
With tears running, O
Great Spirit, my Grandfather,
With running eyes I must say
The tree has never bloomed
Here I stand, and the
tree is withered.
Again, I recall the great vision you gave me.
It may be that some
little root of the sacred tree still lives.
Nourish it then
That it may leaf
And bloom
And fill with singing birds!
Hear me, that the
people may once again
Find the good road
And the shielding tree.
The Sunset
Then I was standing
on the highest mountain of
them all, and round about beneath me was the
whole hoop of the world. And while I stood there I
saw more than I can tell and I understood more
than I saw; for I was seeing in a sacred manner the
shapes of all things in the spirit, and the shape of
all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I say the sacred
hoop of my people was one
of the many hoops that made one circle, wide as
daylight and as starlight, and in the center grew one
mighty flowering tree to shelter all the children of
one mother and one father. And I saw that it was
holy...
But anywhere is the
center of the world.
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