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| black elk, Lakota |
Grandfather,
Great Mysterious One,
You have been always and before you nothing has been.
There is nothing to pray to but you. The
star nations all over the heavens are yours, and yours are the grasses of the
earth.
You are older than all need,
older than all pain and prayer.
Day
in, day out, you are the life of things.
Look upon
your children, with children in their arms,
that they may face the winds and
walk the good road to the day of quiet.
Teach me
to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that live. Give me the strength to understand and the
eyes to see.
Help me,
for without you I am nothing.
~
this is the prayer that named our land.
We tried for years to find the name. It would not come and then one day it was there~
face the winds
