And whose breath gives life to everyone,
Hear me,
I come to you as one of your children.
I am weak. . . . I am small. . . . I need your wisdom
And your strength
Let me walk in the beauty, and make my eyes over
Behold the red and purple sunsets.
Make my hands respect the things you have made.
And make my ears sharp so I may hear your voice.
Make me wise, so that I may understand
What you have taught my people and
The lesson you have hidden in each leaf
And in each rock
I ask for wisdom and strength,
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able
To fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me ever ready to come before you with
Clean hands and straight eye.
So as life fades away as a fading sunset,
My spirit may come to you without shame.
