This Native American prayer had such a profound impact on me when I heard it, that whenever I paint landscapes the words come back and form presence.
These words are so humble, you can’t help think of the resonant action, and how it rings with harmony.
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 the beauty of 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 lessons 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 that when life fades as a
fading sunset, my spirit may come into your presence without shame.