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 children. 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, my ears sharp to hear your voice. Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught my people, the lesson you have hidden in every leaf and rock. I seek strength not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able to fight my greatest enemy, myself. Make me ever ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes, so when life fades as a fading sunset, my spirit may come to you without shame.
Chief YellowHawk
Let us journey on... faith to faith...
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� Tuesday, April 12, 2005 - Oh Great Spirit
The fact that Indian beliefs postulated some sort of afterlife is like every other religious myth of every other society that has ever existed on earth.
Indian beliefs were a lot like Celtic beliefs and myths and I perfer these to the Jewish myths and legends.