An Indian Poem

GREAT SPIRIT
Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breathe gives life to all the world,
hear me! 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 me wise so I may understand the
things you have taught my people.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden
in every leaf and rock.

I seek strength,
not to be greater than my brother,
but to fight my greatest enemy,
myself.

Make me always ready to come to you
with clean hands and straight eyes.

So when life fades, as the fading sunset,
my spirit may come to you
without shame.