Things that once were
O’ GREAT SPIRIT,
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath gives 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 leaf and rock.
I SEEK STRENGTH, not to be greater than my
brother, but to fight my greatest enemy - myself.
MAKE ME ALWAYS READY to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.
SO WHEN LIFE FADES, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you without shame.
Native American Prayer
Make my guilt vanish,
Heart of Sky, Heart of Earth;
do me a favor,
give me strength, give me courage
in my heart, in my head,
since you are my mountain and my plain;
may there be no falsehood and no stain,
and may this reading of the Popol Vuh
come out clear as dawn,
and may the sifting of ancient times
be complete in my heart, in my head;
and make my guilt vanish,
my grandmothers, grandfathers,
and however many souls of the dead there may be,
you who speak with the Heart of Sky and Earth,
may all of you together give strength
to the reading I have undertaken.
No one else could save our truths
mumbled late at night
but the silent, secret-keeping
They watch us, winking coyly
as we chase our ineffable idea
Because they know –
we have found bliss!
- only to forget it again and always.
And so we are blessed
To continually wander, searching