O, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds and whose breath gives life to all the world, hear me. I come before you, one of your many children. I am weak and small. I need your strength and wisdom. Let me walk in beauty and make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset; my ears sharp so I may hear you voice in the song of the birds. Make me wise so I may learn the things you have taught my people; the lessons you have hidden under every rock and leaf. I seek strength, not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy...myself. Make me every ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades, like the fading sunset, my spirit will come to you without shame.
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