Whose voice I hear in the wind; Whose breath
gives life to the world;
I come to you as one of your many children.
Allow my eyes to always behold the red and
purple sunset.
Help my hands respect the things you have made.
Open my ears to the sound of your voice.
Give me wisdom that I may understand the things
you have taught my fathers.
Help me learn the lessons you have hidden in
every leaf and rock.
I need your strength not to be greater than my
brother, but to stand against my greatest enemy: my self.
Prepare me in all ways to come to you with
clean hands and straight eyes.
When my mortal body fades, just as the sunset
fades into the night, may my spirit come to you with no fear or shame.