I was looking for something in a book this morning, and seemingly out of nowhere, the wrinkled paper with the following prayer written on it fell out of my binder. What follows is a good reminder for all of humanity. The sacred prayer below is a favorite of mine, probably because my connection to the Native American culture runs extremely deep in me – even though I’m only a “smidge” Native American – only 10%.
I have had the privilege of spending quite some time in sweat lodges, seen visions in the darkness and glimpses of what still hides within me. I have never shared this prayer before with anyone.
Today, I was “told” this powerful reminder prayer needs to be read by all.
An Indian Prayer – Written by H. Ken Craig
My grandfather is the fire,
My grandmother is the wind.
The Earth is my mother,
The Great Spirit is my father.
The World stopped at my birth,
and laid itself at my feet.
And I shall swallow the Earth
whole when I die.
And the Earth and I will be one,
Hail the Great Spirit, my father.
without him, no one could exist,
because there would be no will to live.
Hail the Earth, my mother,
without which no food could be grown,
and to so cause the will to live to starve.
Hail the wind, my grandmother,
for she brings loving, life-giving rain.
Nourishing us as she nourishes our crops.
Hail the fire, my grandfather
for the light, the warmth, the comfort
he brings without which we
be animals, not men.
Hail my parents and grandparents,
without which not I, nor you,
nor anyone else could have existed.
Life gives life, which gives unto itself
a promise of new life.
Hail the Great Spirit, The Earth,
the wind, the fire.
Praise my parents loudly,
for they are your parents, too.
Oh, Great Spirit, the giver of my life,
please accept this humble offering
of prayer, this offering of praise,
this honest reverence of my love for you.
Shared by Dr. Deb – not written by her.