When I sit around a campfire at night I love to listen to the sounds of the animals and other night creatures. I love to hear the voice of Creator in the gentle winds coming through the trees, or in the sound of the rushing creeks and rivers. I hear the voices of the Ancient Ones in the winds also; I see Grandmother Moon's stories in the clouds as they form visions of the past. It makes me feel so humble to connect with Creator and all Creation. It is peaceful and comforts me.
A Sioux Prayer
Translated by Chief Yellow Lark - 1887
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds
Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me
I come to you as one of your many children
I am small and weak
I need your strength and wisdom
May I walk in beauty
Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught your children.
The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock
Make me strong--------!
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to fight my greatest enemy....myself
Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
So that when life fades as the fading sunset,
May my spirit come to you without shame.
(retrieved from
First People )
