Whose voice I hear in the winds,
And whose breath puts life into all things, hear my prayer!
I am small and weak,
I need your wisdom, and your strength.
Let me walk in beauty, and let me revere the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect all things you have made and my ears sharp to hear your voice.
Make me wise so that I may understand the things you have taught my people.
Let me find the lessons you have hidden in every leaf and rock.
I ask you for strength, not to be greater than another, but to oppose my greatest enemy–myself.
Make me always ready to come to you with clean hands and straight eyes.
So when life fades, like the dwindling daylight, my spirit may come to you without shame.
(From Between Heaven and Earth, by Ken Gire)