"I hope the Great Heavenly Father who will look down upon us, will give all the tribes his blessing. That we may go forth in peace and live in peace all our days, and that he will look down upon our children and finally lift us far above this Earth; and that our Heavenly Father will look upon our children as his children that all tribes may be his children. " ~ Red Cloud Oglala Sioux Chief
Hear me, four quarters of the world-- a relative I am! Give me the strength to walk the soft earth. Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you. With your power only can I face the winds. Great Spirit...all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike. With tenderness have these come up out of the ground. Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms, that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet. This is my prayer' hear me!
Black Elk, Sioux Indian
The Offering of the Pipe, from Black Elk Speaks:
Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey! Hey hey!
Grandfather, Great Spirit, you have been always, and before you no one has been.
There is no other one to pray to but you.
You yourself, everything that you see, everything has been made by you.
The star nations all over the universe you have finished.
The four quarters of the earth you have finished.
The day, and in that day, everything you have finished.
Grandfather, Great Spirit, lean close to the earth that you may hear the voice I send.
You towards where the sun goes down, behold me;
Thunder Beings, behold me!
You where the White Giant lives in power, behold me!
You where the sun shines continually, whence come the day-break star and the day, behold me!
You where the summer lives, behold me!
You in the depths of the heavens, an eagle of power, behold me!
And you, Mother Earth, the only Mother, you who have shown mercy to your children!
Hear me, four quarters of the world - a relative I am!
Give me the strength to walk the soft earth, a relative to all that is!
Give me the eyes to see and the strength to understand, that I may be like you.
With your power only can I face the winds.
Great Spirit, Great Spirit, my Grandfather, all over the earth the faces of living things are all alike.
With tenderness have these come up out of the ground.
Look upon these faces of children without number and with children in their arms,
that they may face the winds and walk the good road to the day of quiet.
This is my prayer; hear me!
The voice I have sent is weak, yet with earnestness I have sent it.
It is finished. Hetchetu aloh!
Now, my friend, let us smoke together so that there may be only good between us.
Black Elk Speaks, John G. Neihardt, Lincoln:Univ. of Nebraska Press, 1979.
Cherokee Prayer Blessing
May the Warm Winds of Heaven
Blow softly upon your house.
May the Great Spirit
Bless all who enter there.
May your Mocassins
Make happy tracks
in many snows,
and may the Rainbow
Always touch your shoulder.
Grandfather Great Spirit All Over The World
The Faces Of Living Things Are Alike.
With Tenderness, They Have Come Up Out Of The Ground.
Look Upon Your Children That They May Face The Winds
And Walk The Good Road To The Day Of Quiet.
Grandfather Great Spirit
Fill Us With The Light.
Give Us The Strength To Understand And The Eyes To See.
Teach Us To Walk The Soft Earth As Relatives
To All That Live.
Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you."
~Pueblo Blessing ~
When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength.
Give thanks for your food and the joy of living.
If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies in yourself.
Chinok Lordís Prayer
Nesika papa klaksta mitlite kopa saghalie
Our Father Who dwells in High
Kloshe kopa nesika tumtum mika nem.
Good for our hearts Your Name.
Kloske mika tyee kopa konaway tillikum;
Good you Chief of all people;
Kloshe mika tumtum kopa illahee kahkwa kopa saghalie;
God Your heart to make our country such as Yours up above;
Potlach konaway sun nesika muckamuck,
Gice us all days our food,
Pee kopet-kumtux donaway nesika mesachie,
And stop remembering all our sins we make to them,
Kahkwa nesilka mamook kopa klasksta spose mamook mesachie kopa nesia;
As we suppose not their sin against us;
Mahah siah kopa nesika konaway mesachie.
Throw far away from us all evil.
Oh Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds
And whose breath gives life to everyone,
I come to you as one of your many children;
I am weakÖI am smallÖI need your wisdom and your strength.
Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes ever
behold the red and purple sunsets.
Make my hands respect the things you have made,
and make my ears sharp so I may hear your voice.
Make me wise, so that I may understand what you
have taught my people and
The lessons you have hidden in each leaf
and each rock.
I ask for wisdom and strength,
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to be able
to fight my greatest enemy, myself.
Make me ever ready to come before you with
clean hands and a straight eye,
So as life fades away as a fading sunset,
My spirit may come to you without shame.
"May you always walk in Beauty."
Give Us Hearts to Understand
Give us hearts to understand;
Never to take from creation's beauty more than we give;
never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;
Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;
never to take from her what we cannot use.
Give us hearts to understand
That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;
that to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;
That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;
that as we care for her she will care for us.
We have forgotten who we are.
We have sought only our own security.
We have exploited simply for our own ends.
We have distorted our knowledge.
We have abused our power.
Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst,
Help us to find the way to refresh your lands.
Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,
help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.
Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with misuse,
help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.
Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed,
help us to find a way to replenish them.
Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost in selfishness and corruption,
help us to find the way to restore our humanity.
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the wind,
whose breath gives life to the world, hear me;
I need your strength and wisdom.
May I walk in Beauty.
Gluskonba Makes the People
After Gluskonba had traveled around for some time, he began to notice that something was still missing from the world. He wanted to hear the voices of people.
"It is time," he said, "to make human beings."
So he gathered together some red earth and began to shape it. He formed it just as he had formed himself out of the dust, which fell from Tabaldak's hands. First he made a head, which was pointing towards the north. To this day the Indian people always sleep with their heads to the north. Then he shaped two arms, one towards the east and one towards the west. Towards the south he made two legs. Last of all, he shaped the body and connected all of the parts of the first human together. Finally he breathed upon his creation and the first person became alive and sat up. That person, though, was alone and lonely, even though Gluskonba tried to amuse this new person and keep this first human being company. So Gluskonba had to make another human being. Then, now that there were two people in the world, a woman and a man, they were no longer lonely.
This is one store of how the human beings were made by Gluskonba, but there is another story, too. This story tells how Gluskonba made the first people out of stone. Because they were made of stone they were very strong. They did not need to eat and then never grew tired or slept. Their hearts, too, were made of stone. They began to do cruel things. They killed animals for amusement and pulled trees up by their roots. When Gluskonba saw this he knew he had made a mistake. So he changed them back into stone. To this day there are certain mountains and hills which look like a sleeping person. Some old people say those are the first ones Gluskonba made, whom he turned back into stone.
Then, instead of making more stone people, Gluskonba looked around for something else to make human beings. He saw the ash trees. They were tall and slender and they danced gracefully in the wind. Then Gluskonba made the shapes of men and women in the trunks of the ash trees. He took out his long bow and arrows and shot the arrows into the ashes. Where each arrow went in, a person stepped forth, straight and tall. Those people had hearts which were growing and green. They were the first Abenakis. To this day those who remember this story call the ash trees their relatives.