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+*A Native Prayer*
Oh Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind.
I am small and weak. I need your strength and wisdom.
Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made,
and my ears sharp to your voice. Make me wise that
I may know the things you have taught your children.
The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock.
Make me strong. Not to be superior to my brothers,
but to fight my greatest enemy. Myself...........
Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
so that when life fades as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.
In Memory of Bohdran
"To know, is to know you know nothing."
-Confucius |
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